The first day of school this year came with some pretty significant milestones. For Dallin it was his last first day of school. Ever. Can hardly believe I'm typing that. Where on earth did 12+ years go? Cannot believe he's a senior. Madeleine began high school, which is a little hard for this mama to handle. And Trevon started middle school. Where are all my babies?!?
The day after we returned from Liverpool I faced another day of unpacking and repacking to take off again the following day. I spent a week in northern Greece at the same camp I worked at in the autumn of 2016. This time I was asked to come help with a project to share refugee stories, not just images, but complete interviews with a few refugees who were willing to open up and share. I was invited to photograph them in these tender and often grief-ridden moments to help share these stories through images. While there I also got to see what some of the classes and services look like that Lifting Hands International provides. It was a great week getting to know some of the new volunteers and revisiting some of the refugees I had met last year. After 8 weeks of nonstop travel, tallying 10 flights in all this summer I was definitely ready to come home and put up the suitcases for a while.
With only a day between our arrival home from New York, we were off again. We headed up north with our dear friends the Stephensons to spend a few days seeing the LDS British Pageant, fun at Blackpool Pleasure Beach and explorations in Beatles' Liverpool. It was a quick, but fun trip.
