Today we will be eating pizza and chips and hotdogs and cupcakes in celebration of something about America. They are really doing a lot to make us feel at home here and are actually making the party for the whole orphanage. It should be super fun!
Today at the end of church I was sort of zoning out a little (it's hard to concentrate on another language) when I heard they needed someone from America. My boys all screamed and pointed at me and pushed me into the aisle so I walked up to the front and stood on the stage completely unaware of what I was supposed to be doing. I figured they were just going to point at me and be like, "Look! An American!", but instead they stared at me awkwardly. "Um...¿que estoy haciendo?" (What am I doing?)... Oh that's right, I'm supposed to talk about what the 4th of July represents and explain why we celebrate it! That is sort of mildly hilarious if you know me. I stumbled through a generic and brief answer and then asked for someone else who knew more to come up and finish for me. When I sat down my house mom was laughing hysterically and told me that my face was the color of my shirt (a delightful purple-cranberry). I was soooo embarrassed. Lovely. Thus America ruined my Fourth of July.
The girls are feeling better! I'm sitting next to Ashley and she is neither catatonically drooling nor throwing up (not to say that she didn't handle her illness with great dignity and repose), so that's encouraging.
Best wishes on this day I'm told to celebrate! We continue to miss you all.
-Matt
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