The “H” Family

It doesn’t happen very often.  It’s quite rare, actually. 

Rare to be at a loss for words.  Rare to find myself in a position where words just don’t do justice to what I want to say. 

This family. . . The “H” Family. . . they are exceptional. 

Have you ever met someone an in an instant you knew you were meeting someone extraordinary?  That is exactly how I felt when I first met April.  She oozed kindness, sweetness, gentleness and peace. 

Peace.  Yes, peace.

April and her husband and their girls were in town for a very brief time. . . from Mongolia.  (Yes, you read that right, Mongolia). 

These are special, special people who give and give and give and then they give some more. 

For a very brief moment they crossed my path. . . and I am so thankful for it.

I could say more–but it is impossible to capture them with words.  (At least in the English language).  But if you know them–you know what I mean.

Patrick and April,  Thank you for the opportunity to spend just a tiny bit of time with you.  Your family left a mark on my heart.