DAY 30: The River Severn
DAY 28: Nutella
DAY 27: The Forest of Dean
DAY 26: Homemade Oreo Cookies, Made with Love
DAY 25: Mums Bums & Tums
DAY 24: The Clent Hills
DAY 23: Home Away from Home
DAY 22: Penny?
DAY 21: Facing You
DAY 20: Our Bench
DAY 19: The Gadfield Code
DAY 18: Baptisms for the Dead
DAY 17: Daisies at Gadfield Elm
DAY 16: A Long Way from Kentucky
DAY 15: Smoking Kills
DAY 14: Harry Potter/ Gloucester Cathedral
DAY 12: 1841 Book of Mormon
DAY 10: Rose Garden
DAY 9: Rain Bath
DAY 7: My Bedside Piles
DAY 6: Cadbury Chocolate
DAY 5: British License Plate
DAY 4: The Clock Tower
DAY 3: Baby Bumblebee
DAY 2: Lily
43 Days
and
43 Ways
that England reminds me of you
For the next 6 weeks, I will be commandeering Rachelle's blog to show her some of the things I am seeing in England that make me think of her. I wanted so badly for her to be with me here. Her level of support while I make this trip has been tremendous, and I hope this helps her feel like a part of it.
No one in this wide world has a more supportive wife than I. Rachelle knows, by name, every single professor and colleague I have ever worked with. When she asks me about my schedule for the day, I tell her who I plan to meet with and what research I intend to work on. She will then ask me very specific questions about the status of my various ideas, projects, grant proposals, and writing. She knows more about my dissertation research than my committee chair, and he is quite involved. She is an exceptional listener when I talk through my ideas, and she has offered valuable suggestions that have greatly improved my work. I am convinced Rachelle deserves a degree in Applied Linguistics when I graduate. She has created more of my test study flashcards than I have, and she is a better linguist than many I know.
Rachelle is supporting this trip because we felt that it was right. Just as importantly, she is supporting this trip because she loves me. She is working far harder than I am while I'm away. I don't tell her these things enough, and I want to do better. I just hope that during our lives together I will be presented with
opportunities to give her the type of love, encouragement, and support
she constantly gives me.
I love you, Rachelle. You have been the one by my side during almost every major decision I have ever made. You have been the one I turn to when everything seems to be falling apart. You are the one who reminds me of how God has watched over our family. You are the one who assures me that he will do it again. And you are always right.
I know our family is on the way to our own promised land. Until then, thanks for traveling the wilderness with me. On second thought, maybe sharing life with my best friend and three wonderful kids is my promised land.
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