Dear Daughter,
We just returned from our second trip to Biloxi. I had such a great time. Everyone called me mom, and I had alot of people feeling my belly. They all look forward to seeing pictures of you when you arrive. Tim said that you're going to be born with a hammer in hand and ready to build. I hope someday you will enjoy this work as much as I do.
The photo shows our group as well as the wonderful folks we were teamed up with. On the far left is Tim, from our church who we bonded so closely with during this week. Then we have Paul, Sharon, Chris, and Peter from Ohio. Then of course, your Uncle Brian, Uncle Nick and Olivia. Your Dad, in his building expertise, became house Manager and the other team gave him a toolbelt that he is so proud of. He is such a handyman now.
Yesterday was our first day back to work. Unfortunately, I've been a little depressed since our return. I wish so much that I could work this close to God and those in need everyday. My job here just doesn't give that kind of satisfaction at the end of a hard day. Oh, the people we met were so amazing, and Peter Pollard, the homeowner, just loved laughing at your daddy and I. When he realized I was pregnant, he stood guard and lent a helping hand every chance he could. Of course, then he would stare in awe, when I would use the power tools like they were a pencil. I guess, as a pregnant woman, they would have expected me in the kitchen. We surprised them all.
