Bad jokes from my dad that Kai always laughs at.
Sitting with my mom at the bamboo bridges over rice fields, laughing at water buffalo who escaped their pen after a woman gathered them up and locked them in.
Devotion circles with my parents attending, singing and sharing in the circle. Hearing their voices in such a familiar way, in such a familiar place, but after a long time of being apart.
Having a second cup of coffee together in the late mornings.
My dad helping Solo get his bike fixed, Leafy build a project, or Neil and Chinua build a work bench at the garden.
My sister, Becca, turning up yesterday, all beautiful and laughing, getting hugs in the street as the younger boys caught sight of her.
Dinners at our house, around our too-small table, cozy and happy. Papaya salad and fried chicken, sticky rice and corn on the cob.
Eating cake for Dad's birthday and talking about what we love about him.
Sitting on the porch outside my house every afternoon together.
Making quesadillas together in the kitchen. Brendan and Dad bonding over jokes.
Going for a motorbike ride with my mom on the back, through rice fields and on narrow streets, looking at cows and flowers.
A special dinner with the four of us last night.
Seeing Dad and Chinua walking up to the garden together, ready to work on building the work bench. Talking and walking together.
My landlords trying to convince my parents to move here, doing their very best. Welcoming and kind.
All the tiny, lovely moments that are beautiful and rare. I am so thankful for this visit.