Tuesday

We sleep in until six o'clock, then everyone is up in their beds, reading. This family loves to read. Our house is small, and we can talk from our beds and everyone else can hear from their respective rooms. We'll be having personal devotions and someone will say, "Hey, listen to this Bible verse," or "What do you think about this text?" and that will launch us into a good discussion, while none of us can see each other.

We've read through all the books we brought for ourselves, and now, to expand our learning, we're reading each other's titles. Alex is reading Jackson's "Walden," John is reading my "Just Here Trying to Save a Few Lives," and Jackson is reading John's "Sufferings in Africa." I am reading "Curious George," in Spanish, of course. I love the pictures.

The first thing I do in the morning is get up and open my window. My window is like a heavy wooden door on metal hinges, except that it doesn't reach all the way to the ground. When I open it I have a full view of the grassfields, the jungle beyind, and the sunrise, obscured only by a thin plastic screen. The screen does nothing to keep the bugs out.

When we went to check on the puppies this morning we found that their eyes had opened during the night and they looked at us, blinking sleepily. Oh my word. I love them.