Well, here's a weird thing that happens when you live in another culture whose food is completely different from what you have eaten for the past 30-some years . . . when you get a parcel, correction: TWO parcels, filled with yummy boxes of cereal and you eat your fill (in very large bowls, mind you) for breakfast, you get this funny little rash-type thing on the roof of your mouth. However, let me tell you this did not stop us from having cereal for breakfast, lunch . . . and well, we haven't yet gotten to dinner time today, but I'm guessing there would be no argument if I produced Lucky Charms, Crunch Berries and Corn Pops at the dinner table!
A HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to all the lovely people at Centerpoint in Hendersonville (right?)! You guys are THE BEST! We have been so blessed by all your encouragement and talks with Dad on our behalf . . . but the plethera of cereals you sent? Seriously. If we could reach you through the miles, we'd kiss every single one of you right on the lips! (see some previous posts for other things that cause us to kiss people smack on the lips . . . FYI: we're a very affectionate family!)
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