Homesick

Every night we sing "O Joyful Light" at the boy's bedtime.  We've been doing this for a long time but slipped out of the habit over the summer and just recently returned to it.  Tonight Gabe climbed into bed and then said that Joyful Light reminded him of St. Aidan's, at which point he teared up.  Then John piped up with, "When can we go back to our real home?"  Oh dear.  Both boys were then crying.  John then said, "We have to take Justin and Sina with us back to Cranbrook." and then of course more names followed. 
We knew that moving would be hard for the kids but moving towards friends and family would be helpful.  They miss Cranbrook lots though and even though they'd find it hard to leave behind friends and family here I've been surprised by how much they feel drawn back. 
So, dear friends out there, we miss you, and our house, and our wonderful church.

The mountains from Ft. Steele.

Gabe serving at St. Aidan's the Sunday (or two) before we moved.