A Purser Post

This is not my son. Though he kinda looks like Dash. This is Caleb. He's the son of Sean's missionary trainer. He and Nate (Yaj Pov) served together in the Twin Cities for seven and a half months and roomed together in college. Nate married a girl from northern Minnesota, so they like to come visit.

This is Russell. He smiles a lot.

We went to Hmong Fourth of July together, something they did as missionaries. There's several sports going on at the event, including Khatow (Sean made up that spelling) (I think it's officially called Sepak Takraw) which is a sort of kick volleyball with a ratan ball. CRAZY. We also got some yummy Hmong Sausage and purple sticky rice with kua txob sauce (a tasty condiment in moderation). Grey ate that rice like it was his last meal. Then we left because it was HOT.

We later went to an inflatables play area, so nice of them to invite us!

I got a lot more photos of Grey than his brothers.

Because when I photographed Liam and Dash, it was either their backs...

... or a big blur. Too much fun to be had to hold still.

Yes, this is much simpler.

Look, Russell can make balls levitate!

They had a bunch of little plastic settings all around, like kitchens and castles, intermixed with the big inflatables. It looked pretty funny to me, but the kids didn't mind.

And it gave everyone a chance to talk. Win win situation.

But then it was time to go. It's time to go? I'll have to think about that, hmph. And look, there's my ring, which I noticed on the drive home was missing a small diamond. Sigh.

None of them wanted to leave each other, really. Liam and Dash still talk about them now. They think every red car is the Purser's rental. It's good to make friends, even long distance ones. But they might be moving back soon, so it won't be so distant, yay! Come back quick, Pursers!