Things Not Normally Seen in My Januaries

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I'm not gonna lie, Daddy misses his Hondie and as a result I've been loathe to come here too much and post. This is a blog about Honduras afterall. Girlfriend's been keeping me abreast of events as they transpire and been providing plenty of photos but there just hasn't been a whole lot to post here since Christmas.

So I as I began looking over the few photos that I do have, I was struck with all of these events and people that I would not be a part of were that I in Honduras as I normally am this time of year. That's not really wholly consolling, I would prefer to be South of the Border right now, nevertheless I've felt blessed by the following:

 my sister megan and my grandma.
ok, maybe not them exclusively, rather family more generally.
i've missed them.


kent (with kai) & jordan (with harrison)
turns out all of my friends have children...and wives too
we got together, those two families, along with the meckbach's and o'dwyer's this past sunday

little daniel meckbach (evelyn) with big daniel meckbach 

kent's wife joelyn with son kai 

 this is not terribly special
it could be found in honduras as well, i'm sure
i just liked it

 been doing some swim coaching

for the first time in years

not diving though 

 or guitar playing

 just swimming

wanda fox
my grandma's cousin
i love that old bird


Comments

Megan Keiser said…
I love that you have a picture of Wanda on your blog. She would love it too, most with it 90 year old next to Betty White!
January 17, 2012 at 5:42 PM
Tim said…
With all the safety concerns right now in Honduras, perhaps it is best the way things have worked out for you. There will be plenty of time in your life to return and pick up on the great things you have accomplished in La Ceiba. I am sure you are very missed. Meanwhile, it's great you are making the most of your time with family and friends.
January 18, 2012 at 5:54 PM
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