As Rebecca and I were searching for a gift to bring with us as we said goodbye to a friend -- who just so happens to be named Jessica -- we found some wrapping paper to use (on the table of ever expanding stuff), and... it just so happened to be conveniently pre-labeled.
Score one for not having to write a note on the gift. Recognize the handwriting, Mom?
Of course, getting to church to drop off the gift was a little bit of an adventure in itself.
Those shiny, dark patches across the width of the road are actually large pools of water, left over from all of our recent rain -- plus a little mud and animal poo -- and, they literally stretch all the way across the road in several spots.
Which means... ducking and squeezing through bushes and against walls... kind of like the trails (or "trails" as my mom would argue) that we used to find and follow when we went exploring when camping. I always knew those ducking and clambering skills would come in useful for something! Lol.
(Rebecca getting ready to duck into a hole)
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