When we got back from Boston on Sunday night, we found that our house had been broken into while we were gone. Here’s the first thing we noticed as we came in our house:
There was more, lots more. You can see the evidence here. Food for the kid’s lunches the next day, an amazing meal (the best curried chicken I’ve ever had), fruit, flowers, and more. Who was it? We eventually found some clues to the identity of the perpetrators in a signed card. Friends and family from church. As I said to Charlene, it’s hard to know who you can trust these days. Seriously, what an amazing way to come home. Pretty amazing to have people in our lives like this!