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the hunts in prague



A year ago today was our church’s goodbye party for us in Charlotte.
It’s also the day our friend Aimee unexpectedly went to be with Jesus.

Aimee was a missionary kid, and we loved to hear her perspective on growing up on the field. She and Melissa were supposed to have a talk about life as a foreigner, education, all that stuff. We’ve wished many times this year we could have that talk.

At our condo in Charlotte we had a bathroom just off the den. For whatever the reason, Aimee, and only Aimee ALWAYS got locked in that bathroom any time she used it.
It got to the point that whenever she would go in, she’d make an announcement, and we’d all wait for her to jiggle the doorknob to signal her cry for help!

Aimee loved Sam. She babysat a few times; I remember one time we were reading when she got there, but he was very pleased to welcome this pretty new friend to the couch to take over the story! When we got home she told us they read book after book for over an hour before he went to bed. More than once, when she was at our house, we told ourselves we wouldn’t keep her up too long, figuring she would want to get to bed. But she stayed, talked & shared for hours.
Because she died when she did, we couldn’t grieve the way we should have. We left Charlotte two days later. We couldn’t go to the funeral– our memorial service was sitting on the floor at Dave & Mary’s one night with Jessica and Christy. Telling funny stories, crying, saying goodbye. To Aimee and to each other.
Because we’re half a world away, we grieve with our friends mostly through Facebook. We see people who knew her well talking about good memories and hard days. Every couple of months somebody finds a new picture or video. There are punch-in-the-gut moments: her name shows up when I’m getting numbers off my old phone, we see her in a picture from last year, something reminds us of that last week in Charlotte.
Partly because of growing up on the mission field, Aimee felt the ache of wanting to be home. Home home– not a certain house, but with Jesus, where all our stress and sickness and foreign-ness is over. We understand that longing better now than we did a year ago. Remembering Aimee, even feeling the weight of her early (to us) departure, reminds us that it’s a good thing. She has a home now, and we will soon enough. Until then, we work and love and ache and wait.
Come, Lord Jesus.


Christmas Creations

Christmas was a mix of emotions.
We can’t even begin to describe how much we missed being with friends & family– there were a couple of days I was ready to throw in the towel and declare it all impossible.
But we were really excited to spend our entire Christmas season at home. No long car rides, no packed suitcases. Just lots of family time and lots of new traditions.

Sam helped me make our new advent calendar. Such a studious artist!

Nothing like good ole imported brownies from a box.

Christmas incentive chart.
Notice the tiers of rewards: (indoor!) bubbles, chocolate milk, and (fake!) tattoo.

Many of our Christmas recipes called for ground sausage.
Hard to find in these parts.
SO– my chef-of-a-husband made his own! Impressive, eh?

We had (giant, tapered) candles for our church’s Christmas Eve service, but none of those hand/wax protectors.
Enter fire-phobic, somewhat-crafty, pastor’s wife.

Gingerbread house (using cardboard-like rice(?) crackers).

Christmas morning cinnamon rolls. Dee-lish.


DinoPark: A Narrative

This is for the grandparents, the Jessica Deans, the Christy Robbs– those who are interested in hearing Sam talk for 3 minutes. He was being so detailed in telling me about it that I thought, “Some friends would like to hear this.”

As a side note, I was not on this adventure, but might go to DinoPark one day soon, whether or not Sam is with me.

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Hunt Visit: Touristing

Dad and Paul were very brave to come for their first visit in the middle of winter. (Actually, we’re still in the first third. But don’t mention that to Melissa.) They were even braver in not letting the cold deter them from seeing our city.

Uncle Paul, in particular, became a transit pro.

The first day we took the crew up to Petřín, hoping to enjoy the view. It was minus 8 (or 18 degrees, for you Americans). Parenting fail, and thus photography fail.

Happily, the next day was a little warmer, but we still left the next generation of Hunt men at home with the Hunt woman.

Cheering up with some hot wine and the Christmas markets.

On their last day we took Dad & Paul to see Mosaic House. Sam was pretty excited to join the big boys at a restaurant. Even more so when he learned they had hot chocolate.

Stay tuned for more of our adventures…

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Hezky Novy Rok! New Year’s is a pretty big deal in Prague. Specifically the fireworks. Our flat is on a hill that overlooks the city, so we had a stunning view of celebrations all over Praha. Here’s a selection.

You’ll note 1) we did a fake countdown, probably around 12:01:30 AM, because we missed the real one, because it wasn’t on whatever radio station I found. And 2) there are some comments between me and my brother Paul about Becherovka, a Czech beverage which was both his Christmas gift and our New Year’s toast.