Anyway...Em and I were raised together. Both of our families arrived in Bangladesh at the same time and both waded through the knee-deep waters of culture shock together. Emily and I were the same age, and we instantly bonded. Em's parents were my parents' BFFs, and they went to Language School together, as well as muddling through the first months of ministry together. We lived in a duplex with Emily's family, so the togetherness was end.less. Emily's younger brother, Nathan, always wanted to be like us, and my big sister, Michele, couldn't stand us. We were family. Plain and simple. Family.
Here's some early pictures that Jim-Dad dug up of me and The Divine Miss Em....
Back to last week. It was so great to sit and visit with Emily and Aunt Patt. Emily had also brought a friend of hers with them, and Nathan's soon-to-be-fiance was with them, too. Cannot believe that little Nate is old enough to be gettin' hitched.
A lot of time has gone by.
But some relationships last forever.
You can't quit family.