Four Goodbyes and a Wedding....

Goodbyes are difficult for little people.  We had some hard goodbyes a month or two ago.  This is goodbye to Abe next door neighbor friend who is three days younger.  

He is a docile little guy who has trouble seeing.  His little bother (yes that is bother) is younger than Zana and his mom is expecting another.  Her name means "Sweet Smell" we've had fun being pregnant together and now chasing our children.  I miss her.

Here is a goodbye to my language teacher.  I believe with faith that we are sisters.  Her dawn is still to come but I believe it will.  He knew her name before creation.  To this end I pray and believe.
I miss her.

This was probably the worst goodbye.  These two come to our home daily and cause trouble, joy, and are tons of help.  I miss their drama.  Maybe if I was currently living in the heat and fighting the electricity outage I would not love them too much but we shared many a meal together and just life as it ebbed and flowed.  They were family.  This goodbye was not hard.  My two little ones did not realize how long the goodbye was and could not grasp the depth of sadness they would feel now.

Goodbye four is to their friends upstairs.  They loved to sit and just play duplo.  I do not miss them too much.  I have more little girls right here in our new neighborhood who have adopted me as Auntie and come clamoring into my kitchen to eat cookies and play with Abe and Zana and talk. talk. talk.  as only little girls can.

Here is the wedding.  It was in our last week.  It was in a two room house with a closest as a bathroom and a corner as a kitchen.  This is the single bed tucked into one room which had a sliver of floor space.  I was standing in another corner.  We were getting the sister brides ready.  Notice Zana.  Don't miss her taking up two Indian women sit space front and center. 

Bride one was ready and people had gone out to eat a snack.  I was sitting with the two sisters whom I love and am saddened for as they leave the sweet joyfulness of their home.  Their older sister has had difficult pregnancies which have threatened her life.  These two have so little to take into their new homes, so little to protect them against the anger, manipulation and hurt.  Their wedding made leaving easier as they would not be around any more to visit whether I stayed or went.
I miss them.

All the goodies to take with them to their new homes.  Carefully written out and recorded.

Looking good.  Bahoo taking a moment for a candid shot working her fingers off.

All ready.  The sister brides.