a breather.

We were able to take a little breather from the seemingly unending and time consuming list of "to-dos" to set up a house and enjoy a quiet Christmas with our eMi family.  It was all so very simple.  The kids and I didn't even get around to baking and decorating Christmas cookies.  I am hoping for New Year's cookies.  We have got to use the red and green sprinkles and cookie cutters that we carried here from the US.

We were singing Christmas carols before bed one night and admittingly, I often sing Christmas songs and enjoy them for their catchy tune and for tradition's sake getting into the "Christmas spirit".  This particular song struck me for it's deep and spiritual significance.  As we were singing the lyrics I was moved not to get more into the "Christmas spirit", but by the reality of this message.

Joy to the world with truth and grace.

And makes the nations prove.

The glories of His righteousness

And wonders of His love

And wonders of His love

And wonders of His love.

                    Isaac Watts.

Rather then winter snow for Christmas we get winter fog in Delhi.

Our new table arrived hours before Christmas Eve dinner.

Hudson enjoying his new "cycle".  Shortly after Christmas it got exchanged for a smaller size.  Never-the-less,  we are bound and determined to haul this and Priya's new cycle and Everett's tricycle down three flight of stairs every day so that they can ride in the park across from our flat.  A garage has never sounded so good.  

This outfit is a hand-me-down.  It was Graham's from 1980.  Vintage at it's best.

our beloved turns four.

What Priya did when she turned four...

She woke up early and came into our room asking, “is it my birthday?"  Peaking at the array of pink balloons and banner hanging from our living room entry way.  She spent the rest of her day spinning around our house as her dress circled her little body, pointing her toes, prancing, humming, and singing unknown songs in dreamy birthday spirit.  She was excited to tell everyone whom we encountered that today was her birthday.  We took her on a little mommy/daddy/Priya date.  The three of us rode in the auto rickshaw hand in hand.  The highlight of the drive was when the auto driver came to an abrupt halt in the middle of an empty road.  Graham and I both looked at each other wondering what was the problem and we all looked out and saw a pack of little newborn puppies crossing the neighborhood street with their mother on the other side.  He didn’t want to hit them and of course and Priya was ecstatic to be a part of the puppy rescue.  We presented her with a requested hello kitty cake at a small party in the evening.  These little innocent girl moments seem to be fleeting as she matures more each day in height, language and concerns so we grasp on to our little four year old daughter in a house full of boys.  You manage to maintain your feminine side even when most imaginative play includes, “bad guys, shooting, wrestling and bombs."  I still catch glimpses of you cuddling and nursing your baby doll named “Llama” and mothering your little “kitties”(brothers) if you can get them to comply and crawl around the floor with you meowing.  You love pink. You sit and look at books for hours.  Often when there is a quietness in the room I ask, “where is Priya?"  I then find you on the floor quietly pouring over the pictures of a book.  You love William and often snuggle up to him with an adoring and motherly voice responding to his coos and babbles.  You charm us with your sweet spirit, your lovely face and stamina to overcome obstacles.  You run, scream and laugh at the top of your lungs until your implants fall off and you put them right back on and continue.  You deal with impairment not phased.  May you continue to keep running, screaming and laughing even when set backs come.  Here’s to another year with our beloved Priya. 

Birthday cake success thanks to the help of my dear friend Dannah.  Cake was in the fridge by 11PM rather than, like last year, 3AM the night before!

a new India.

We went up to Oaklands to see our dear community of friends and load our belongings onto a truck headed down to the plains.  When pulling up to the main gate, Priya yelled enthusiastically,  “We’re in India”!  We chuckled and realized that Oaklands, Mussoorie, the Himalayas and the people there have been our India.  I don’t think that their little minds understand yet that Delhi is India too.  As we continue to unpack, explore the new sights, smells, sounds and people of this area, I trust that they will come to accept it and that it will influence, enrich and shape them just as life in Mussoorie has done.

Some photos of our journey to a “new India”...

oh hills how I will miss you.

it was bliss for these two little kindred spirits.

thanksgiving potluck.  way more laughing then eating going on.

our front yard has been a place full of play.

oaklands doesn't look like this everyday.

empty family room.

our well-wishers.

will not miss the drive down the mountain.  little E losing his lunch.

the truck or lorry(thanks to the British!) showed up at 4AM to unload.

welcome chai from our landlady.

Our flat is the third floor of this building, but in India they call it the second floor because the first floor is called the ground floor...confusing I know.