Dhaka Days

Here we are in Dhaka again. We are so blessed to have family here and often stay with Austin's parents and brother when we come into town. Here is the view we have from the verandas. The building on the far right of the above photo is where we lived when Pruitt was a baby. The small brown square about half way up is where the AC was in Jensen's room. And the window is where he used to throw his toys down on unsuspecting people, much to our dismay. At that time, our building was the only high rise in the immediate area, now everywhere you look more and more are springing up. This area of Dhaka, Mohammadpur, is home to 4 million people!


Here is a close up of a construction site. Anyone want to apply for a new job?


And here is the field, down 9 floors and in front of the apartment, where the boys love to go with Grandpa to play soccer. Over the weekend there is pretty much always a cricket game going on.


And here is the mineret of one of the many mosques in this concrete jungle.

A concrete jungle it is. Every time we come into this overflowing city, I am so thankful for the opportunity to live in Mymensingh. Still, coming here has its perks - like date nights, when the boys stay with Grandpas and we sip coffee and linger over gourmet ice cream or delectable Indian dishes. I love being able to do my laundry in a washing machine. I can buy cheese and yogurt. We get to worship with other English speakers. We can laugh and talk with friends. And just being with family is a precious gift.