It was one night.
It was a small amount.
But it helped clear the air from the dust storm that had blown in the same day.
This was our porch area the morning after the rain brought the dust down.
It looks like it ran down the walls, too.
(This part of the world has no shortage of dust, in case you were wondering.)
It gave Keira and I a chance to play in the water.
We got the hoses and squeegees, rolled up our pants, and made it all shine again.
However, I didn't realize the walls were dirty until I looked at these pictures, so I guess I still have some work to do.
I picked out a new restaurant that none of us had ever been to over by the Consulate. I had seen it one day on a taxi ride, and I carefully memorized how to get there. Somehow, with our language abilities, we made it back.
The kids were in school, so only Keira and I treated him to lunch. Keira thought the mint lemonade was the best.
Thankfully, Doug's birthday was on a Wednesday, and that happened to be a day when Doug wasn't teaching and none of the kids had evening activities.
I don't know if Doug got any say-so about where to eat for dinner either because the kids were excited to choose.
We love Doug.
We love celebrating Doug.
I am so glad he is my husband.
And he is an awesome Dad, too.
Happy Birthday, Doug