Hudson, son of our friends the Hendricks. Hudson's mama Heather is into composting, adoption, fair trade, making her own whole-wheat pizza from scratch, organic bug spray, living on a farm, living in community, blogging, and Texas.
So, naturally, I have a perma-crush on her. Plus she taught me how to make the pizza.
Izzo's brakes stopped working, thereby causing us to roll out of control across a busy street and smack into a large concrete wall. Quite the maiden voyage.
(Shout out to Bearded Tony's friends and fam- hey Floridians! He's doing great, and even made us Shepherd's Pie last night, which we ate in his Fancy-Parlor-slash-air-conditioned-second-bedroom-with-couches.)
These people are my heroes. In addition to being besties with Soledad O'Brien, they were also named CNN Heroes last spring. We got to be a little part of their feeding program for tent city and ravine kids last Friday. They fed us a delicious lunch last Sunday, and here is a pic of a relaxing afternoon of kids, dogs, and chillin.
Haitian teenager: So, Hudson is your adopted son. How come he knows English?
Aaron: Well, he's from America.
Haitian teenager: I don't understand. But he's black. He's not Haitian?
Aaron: He's American.
Teenager: But he's black.
Hamburger day in the Snack Shop.
Heather and Brittany don't teach at Quisqueya, but their husbands do, and they live on campus. Lucky me, they join us every day for lunch, usually with their awesome toddlers in tow. Their toddlers are so great it makes me foolishly think having a baby is easy, therefore making me want to jump right into that deep end.
Almost. Sorry, mom, I probably just made you spill your coffee on your lap.
God is so very, very good to me.
Every one of these photos represents the lavish overflow, the big fat juicy blessings, that are laying in my lap for no other reason that he is a good dad who likes to give presents.