My Auntie Rhoda and Uncle Karl live in Winnipeg, Manitoba and we are blessed enough to see them about once or twice a year (which is totally not enough, but we take what we can get). The last time we saw Rhoda and Karl was this past Easter, as we laid our hands on her in prayer for healing and wisdom, as she was about to embark on the journey of chemo. I am so grateful that I was able to throw my arms around her neck, hear that contagious laugh and listen to her tell us what the Lord has done in her life over the past year. It was a joy to see them! Most of our visits revolve around a lot of sitting around indulging in good convo. There is nothing like mid-morning breakfast talks over a good cup of coffee….or late night talks over a good cup of coffee…. or mid afternoon talks over cranberry limeades…. No matter where we were or what we were doing, there was always some sort of beverage drinking and wonderful conversation, which usually involved either hysterical laughter, ridiculous jokes or a lot of crying. Every moment was fabulous!
They got in on Thursday night and we had dinner over at my folks house. I made chicken spaghetti, baked veggies and rolls with, of course, homemade strawberry jam. Like, the kind of jam that you want to slurp up with a straw. Oh, yes…that kind of jam. Divine.
Rhoda and Karl were finally able to meet little Nora – it was so cool finally introduce her to two people who I look up to and respect so much. She was a bit timid at first, but warmed up after getting used to the wild, maniacal Neufeld laughter.

By the 'sounds' of it and the great photos…you had a most wonderful time together….meaningful and fun.