One of the only things we didn't like about Germany is that every summer we had to say goodbye to our best friends. We figured when we moved back to the States, that wouldn't be so frequent an occurrence. Our best friends here in Minot were the Blacks and they weren't military. In fact, Vince was a pastor at our church, so we were safe, right? Pretty sure you've figured out where this is going. The Blacks were called by God to plant a church in Ft. Collins, Colorado, and they left at the beginning of October. I took these photos at their going-away picnic. Before now, I don't think I realized why I hadn't blogged these yet. Kind of emotional. I trust that God has a bigger purpose for this family than simply being our friends in Minot. We love these kiddos.
So, on our way back from our Colorado vacation, we stopped for two days in Ft. Collins...of course.