Sometimes it’s not easy to be upbeat. Sometimes being in ministry is difficult and emotionally challenging. Dare I be vulnerable? Do I have the right to feel sad and lonely? Can I share in my blog the struggles as well as the joy? I probably shouldn’t in case my mother reads it and begins to worry. Or what if someone is thinking about ministry and it discourages them? But if I only share the joy, I am not telling the true story and that is important as well.

In all the books I read about God’s provision and leading, things always seem to happen where you can see the Father’s exact leading. But in our life, this has been a struggle. How does a person know what God wants? How does one do His will or even seek to know it?

So today, I am sharing a struggle. We have been living on the left bank in Kyiv and I like our apartment even though the landlord still has a lot of stuff in it. With our things, it is crowded. Yet I realize that there are many people who live in Ukraine that have so much less room and so many more people in their space. In December, I felt God was showing us that He was going to help us find a house which we could buy. That had not been one of our original plans, but through a series of circumstances, it looked possible. The practice had not sold and we felt we could not even think about buying until this happened. Just before we came in February, the sale of the practice was final. The house God had shown us was still available and we thought it might be where we were being led. But the day before our arrival it sold for cash. We had asked God for guidance and though it was disappointing we knew that this was His answer.

So, we moved to Kyiv in April and God provided us with a great apartment, in a nice neighborhood. We can see how difficult it would have been to have moved here right to a village. It has been a huge blessing to be near the Youth With a Mission base where we have been welcomed and supported emotionally and practically as well. So we have been very happy and content here. I hadn’t thought about a house for a long time. In fact, I have been getting so I like city life and its advantages. The main problem is getting to the other side of town, the Smile House project and Mostysche Orphanage—it is 56 kilometers from here. We have looked and looked for a vehicle that we can afford but so far it has been a frustrating experience.

Then on Monday, through a series of events, it looked like we were supposed to go house hunting again. I wasn’t really enthusiastic but agreed to look. Our new and dear friends, Ted and Virginia, offered to take us in their van and our friend, Svyatislav, who is working in the real estate industry, went with us. The two places we looked at were horrific and close to $100,000 each. (The picture on the left is the shower setup in the first house we looked at for $85,000.) But the agent mentioned that there was another house in the village for sale although the owner’s were asking $140,000. We knew that was beyond our price range but thought we might as well look. As a renovation of an older house, it was the nicest we have seen in this country. It was extremely clean, about seven miles from Smile House, had a garage and a lot of land. The second floor was not yet finished but it would be perfect for storing all the SAI boxes and there was another out building for storage. It had its own well and on top of it all the furniture was included. I didn’t want to even get my hopes up because I knew it was out of our price range. If our dental laser had sold, we might be able to do it but it was still more than we could spend and still have enough to live on. The agent said it had been for sale for awhile and the owner was willing to reduce the price.

So, we went home and prayed about it. We only want to do what God wants us to do. I tried not to think about it and to be stoic about the whole thing but then I began to see so many things I liked about the house and many advantages to it. Yet, we both said that we were not here for our pleasure or benefit. We are here to serve. This is not about us. We prayed for direction from God either through a word from a friend, Godly council, the Bible or any other way He wanted. Nothing! In fact, the past couple of days my email inbox has been very, very empty. A friend from America did call but about something else, and there has been total silence in all respects. The amount of $125,000 came to Richard’s mind and stayed there.

We viewed the house on Tuesday afternoon. Thursday, Svyatislav called and said that someone had stopped at the house without an agent and offered the owner the full price. The owner had worked with the agent for quite awhile and said he would sell us the house for $135,000 so she would get her commission. We knew that was impossible and we offered $125,000 and told them we just couldn’t go any higher. We were stretching our budget to offer that much. We know the house is worth the asking price (two years ago houses were about 1/3 of the prices they are now) and it is only fair for the owner to get it. It was nice that he offered it to us for less but we have to be obedient. We have had no confirmation and the price is out of range. So. . .

No, it doesn’t make it easy. The hardest part was that I was happy where I was living and I had not been thinking about a house. Then this all came up. It would have been better never to have seen it—just like at Christmas time. Why? Why do I have to be tested like this? On top of it all, I realized that yesterday was exactly a year from when our house sale in Cle Elum had been finalized. Perhaps, I have never grieved for what we have given up. Is that why I haven’t been able to stop crying since yesterday afternoon? Perhaps I have felt in my heart that it was wrong to grieve but you know, I think God wants us to be vulnerable. It isn’t always easy to give up a lifestyle. The hardest part is giving up the family connection—getting to see our children and grandchildren. The things aren’t as important and I don’t know why this has hit me so hard because it really doesn’t matter where we live, just that we do what God wants us to do.

I guess to conclude this, I must say that we are still willing to go anywhere and do anything that God asks us to do. He did answer—it was NO. It is not easy but it is okay. Our purpose here is not for our comfort or our good but it is to glorify God’s name and to be His instruments. I may not ever understand what this is all about, I just have to be willing to put one foot in front of the other and to say, YES.

Update as of August 23, 2006. The realtor called yesterday still wanting to sell it to us for $135,000. It was tempting to go ahead and say Okay but we have done this all our lives–paid more than we said we would and it took us into deep debt for many years. God gave us the grace to say NO–we can’t go above $125,000. So she said she would show it to other people–apparently the offer for $140,000 didn’t materialize. It’s okay. God may still let us have it for the price we can afford and if not, He has a better plan. I feel there was a victory of sorts since we stuck to what we knew we should do. Thank you God for the grace to do that.

So. . . here is the continuation of my sad saga of my quest for a good cup of coffee. Over the years we have purchased two different coffee makers to use with SAI teams. I brought a large amount of paper filters with me—thanks to Costco. I also brought my favorite blends of both Starbucks and Pioneer Coffee with me. Since the tap water is unsafe to drink, I am using the bottled water we buy in large bottles. I have actually tried several brands of water but alas even with all these options, I have not been able to brew a decent cup of coffee. I finally shelved the coffee maker.

The sale of instant coffee is big business here. Often when we go to orphanages, we are invited to have coffee or tea with the director. I quit asking for coffee after a few encounters with instant-Ukrainian style. This picture is of my friend Maria having a cup of coffee at Mostysche Orphange. In the next picture you see director Natasha and our other friends.

This is how they make it: Take about four large spoonfuls of instant. Place in a small cup. Add about 6 ounces of water. Stir and drink. With this recipe, I am able to stay up for a couple of days without even nodding off. So now I ask for TEA.

Don’t feel too bad for me though because I have discovered MacCoffee. I kid you not. It is wonderful. In fact, MacCoffee went over so well that many different companies now make their version of it. (See the picture.) Individual packets are available in a number of different flavors. The 3 in 1 blends include coffee, creamer and sugar. I drink one sugar free coffee and creamer packet plus one of the flavored ones like mocha, amaretto or hazelnut. Otherwise the mixture is too sweet. Just last week, I discovered a Russian brand (MacCoffee has English writing on it and the words “American Taste” on the front. Hmmm! Wonder where that comes from.) I have liked every flavor so far. And best of all, each packet costs between 10-12 cents. So my coffee maker will remain on the shelf and I will just keep drinking MacCoffee. If you come to visit me, I will share this experience with you.

A note on the coffee establishments that I mentioned in my last email. In December when Mike and I were waiting for the container, we were walking by the metro at the Golden Gates. We noticed that there were some boards being put together about 15 feet out onto the sidewalk. When we passed the spot the next time, walls had been framed up and heating ducts were being installed. By the time we left Ukraine three weeks later, we actually had a cup of coffee in a completely finished, new coffee house. We sat at modern tables set on ceramic tiled floors in the space that people had walked through for years after exiting the metro. We watched people walking by in the cold on the other side of the large plate glass windows. This building had literally grown there in a very short span of time.Sidewalks are being used for many things now. Small buildings appear very quickly and normal traffic routes have to be revised. Lately the biggest challenge is to not get run over by a car or bus while walking on the sidewalk. I will write more about that in a subsequent email. For now, enjoy your coffee and think of us.

I’m going to have fun with this blog. This is the place that I can share all the weird and wonderful things I have encountered in Ukraine—most recently during the last four months living here yet with the history of many visits over the past eight years as well. It is 3:00 on Sunday morning and I can’t sleep so I decided that this is the time to write about coffee in Ukraine. The reason I can’t sleep has to do with over consumption of the stuff—I think. On my first visit in 1998, I learned that getting a cup of Joe was very expensive and getting a second cup was virtually impossible. Our International Bible Society team stayed at a hotel in Kyiv before flying to Crimea. (The hotel, The Bratslava, is near where we now live. I also remember that we had no hot water on that visit.) Breakfast was included in the price of the hotel. Cindy Reynolds and I got up early—jetlag does that to a person—and tried to find a cup of my favorite beverage. (Remember, I am from the Pacific Northwest where coffee shops, houses, and kiosks abound.) We were the first ones in the dining room and breakfast was not ready. Looking back I see that I had no idea of proper protocol in this situation–first we were early and second I asked for a cup of coffee. I received a strange look. (I had been warned not to ask for a second cup at breakfast so I thought I could order one ahead of time.) The coffee eventually came and I tried to pay for it but they wouldn’t take my money. I tried to tell the waitress (since I didn’t speak the language this didn’t work very well) that I wanted to pay for the coffee and put money on the table. Then the others arrived for breakfast. When I asked for another cup it became immediately apparent that I could not do so. I learned that coffee was very difficult to obtain at that time and the fact that I had asked for more was very inappropriate. They would not or could not bring me another cup even if I wanted to pay for it. Now, eight years later, there are coffee houses practically on every block in the center of Kyiv. Starbucks has not found its way here yet—which I feel is a bit sad. Where are the paper cups with 16 and 20 ounce lattes? As I was writing this, I realized that our section of town doesn’t have a single coffee house. (I guess I should amend that statement because in the local grocery store there is a lady who has a small espresso machine and she will make you a shot of pure espresso. I have never seen a line there though.)I haven’t figured out what to order since each different chain or individual establishment has its own definition of a latte (most of them don’t even have lattes), cappuccino, and espresso. Cappuccinos are the closest thing I have found to an American latte. It does have steamed milk in it. All the drinks are small in size and cost around three to four dollars in the coffee houses. This is too expensive for our budget so it is only on a rare occasion that I indulge. There is a pizza place, Uno, by the Golden Gate where I can order a cappuccino for $1.40. Once in awhile, I will splurge after leaving Mr. S’s office.We also recently found a Frappe at one of the chains. It is blended but with a small amount of ice and has a lot of whipped cream in it. The barista also adds the sweetened condensed mile that is very popular here. On a hot day, it is better than nothing.It’s time for sleep—it will probably be short since the sun comes up in another 30 minutes. Next time I will write about my troubles brewing a good cup of coffee at home. I have found an alternate which I love—so until then. Sweet dreams!!!!!! If I can’t sleep, I’ll just go count cups of the elusive lattes.

Two sets of twins participated in the activities. I was impressed with brothers, Arteom and Andre, identical twins in their late teens. One brother was in a wheelchair and the other pushed him everywhere even though he also has the same physical problems. I was told they had muscular dystrophy and that they also had an older brother who is confined to a wheelchair. They seemed to be quite cheerful and always willing to help. They came on stage with us and followed our instructions on how to brush their teeth when Richard and I talked about oral hygiene. Marion Aag from Abundant Life Christian Fellowship Church in Seattle had given us 220 plus pairs of shoes just before we left the states. Shipped through MEEST, they arrived in June. Two of the pairs we took to the camp were given to Arteom and Andre. They seemed to be quite pleased to receive them.

The other set of twins, Yulia and Yura, also received shoes. Yulia’s sandals fell apart the last evening before camp ended. We were very happy to be able to share new sandals with them. The children of Luda, one of the MTU staff, they served on the camp staff. I think they were 13 years old. Their mom shared her story with the parents group during our last class. She is a lovely woman who attended an MTU camp around four years ago. Apparently she had been crossed off the list several times before but that the year, when Dr. Alexandra had to decide whom to invite she felt God wanted Luda and her children at the camp. Yulia has a cleft palate and her speech is not always clear but she sings and participates in plays and does many other things. Luda became a Christian at that camp even though she had been a staunch atheist. She started working with MTU as a volunteer and just six months ago obtained a paid position in the organization. She shared some of the struggles they had gone through over the years. And she praised God for saving her. She said that she might never have come to know Christ if she had not had a disabled child. In fact, her children made the decisions to become Christians before she did.

A couple of the mothers who attended camp in previous years and became Christians at that time told us that if their children had been healthy this might not have happened. One said that she would have been so busy just living a normal life that she might never have seen her need for what God offers to those who believe.

Oh, there were so many stories. I wish I could tell them in the same way that they were told to us. It seemed like most of the people on the staff had a story. Every child and parent also had stories about heartaches and triumphs. Through them all, I became so much more aware of how blessed we have been. If I had to walk in any of their shoes, would I have had the courage to live up to the challenge?

Today we had a very interesting and productive meeting with Jeff Colker who is going to head the dental ministry for YWAM in Ukraine. Both Richard and I feel that Jeff’s organizational skills and business sense are God ordained. We also feel that God has orchestrated this long ago. The ministry will be run efficently and effectively so more underserved people can be helped and God’s love can be spread in this land. Praise God!

Here’s an update on our dental projects in Ukriane at this time. Smile House is being renovated. The final architect plans are done and a new addition and a new roof are being put on it. (See the last post.) Then we will see what happens as the funds are running low. In the meantime, God has been putting a lot of things together. YWAM (Youth With a Mission) was given a dental van. When our June team came from Loma Linda and Pennsylvania, we used it in three villages in the Zhytomer area. (See http://smilealliance.blogspot.com ). We spent yesterday getting it ready and organized. This van really needs some basic dental instruments and handpieces as well as supplies. All the dental work at Smile House will be free of charge and will be only on orphans and underserved children when our clinic is done. For now it will still be free but YWAM includes adults who cannot otherwise have treatment done. We’d like to do that at Smile House but we will be swamped just with kids. The needs are so HUGE. But we serve a very big God and He is doing phenomenal things to put this all together so He may have other plans.

Last week, God brought a wonderful lady dentist, Dr. Ina, who is a committed Christian. We heard about her through another organization who heard about her from a friend of a friend. This is the way God works. She worked in a children’s clinic and then quit to go for nine months of Bible training at the Hillsong Church in Kyiv. Her heart is to serve the children of Ukraine and although she is a young, single mother, she is willing to work for very little. She says that God has been providing for her and will continue to. She speaks some English and loves children. There has been $220 committed each month for a dental assistant. She is going to work with Richard assisting and also doing dentistry on the van a day or two a week as the funds permit. Legally, he has to work with a Ukrainian dentist until we can get him licensed here—that is being worked on as well.

Also, Christian Broadcasting Network (CBN) has been given a building for medical outreach and they have offered to let us use one or two rooms in it for a clinic if all the details can be worked out. We can use the equipment we sent over on the container. Also, they partner with a church which sends out a medical van and twenty or more physicians, two or three weekends a month all over Ukraine. The YWAM van may accompany them if we can help schedule dentists to go along. We would like to help them organize this.

So Richard can work on the kids even now until Smile House comes together. We have talked to many organizations and people are eagerly waiting for us to have a regular schedule. There are a number of dentists from the US ready to come on a short term basis when we have places for them, and we have met a number of Ukrainian dentists who may volunteer a day or two a year. We do have portable equipment we can work with as well. We still need supplies and instruments although we have some—our main instruments either disappeared in shipment or didn’t get shipped. We will look for them when we visit the US. We will be in Oregon and Washington during the first three weeks of September. If anyone is interested in having us talk to a club, church or just individuals about Ukraine, we would be happy to if we can schedule it. Please let us know ASAP if you are interested.

I just realized that I had not posted this blog about the moms at the MTU camp in July. So I wanted to share a little of their stories with you. Athletic, fun, stressed, committed, overworked, loving, dedicated, frustrated, supportive, beautiful—these are just a few words that I would use to describe them. This camp provided them with a little break from the daily stresses and cares associated with having a disabled child.

In Ukraine there is a stigma attached to a family with a disabled child. These mothers shared that they were often told by family members, friends and even medical doctors and nurses that their child was a result of some sin in their lives. Every one of them said this had happened repeatedly. People often said terrible things to them and most of them had encountered pressure from others to put their children in an institution. A good number of the father’s had divorced their wives and wanted nothing to do with the child. Several had been told by physicians that they were too busy to take time for the disabled child and the mothers would just have to deal with any physical problems themselves.

The camp situation provided them with a support group of peers who had also been through many of the same things. It was probably the first time that a number of them had the opportunity of sharing their challenges with other mothers. Also, Cindy, an American who has helped with these camps for several years, presented worship talks and encouraged the ladies to share with each other. I was privileged to give a talks on a couple of the days and to listen to their heart-breaking stories. It opened my eyes to a whole other world.

There were enough staff and volunteers to care for each of the children in wheelchairs and to fairly well provide a lot of one-on-one time with all the children. The mothers were called only when their child needed to have a potty break or if some other small problem arose.

On the last day, we had a Special Olympics for the kids. There were more than enough people to help so Richard and I went around taking pictures and watching the different groups. The last station had a kind of relay area where the participant hit a shuttlecock with a badminton racket, tossed a basketball back and forth three times, threw some rings onto a stand, went backwards about ten yards, threw a Frisbee and tied and untied knots in a jump rope. If the child could not do it, their caregivers helped them or did it for them. After the last group of kids left, several of the mothers tried out the relay course. They were laughing and Richard commented, “Their faces were smiling and radiant, making them look like young, happy girls again.”

A few of the moms had been at camp before and four or five of them had become Christians as a result of those past camps. At least two women gave their hearts to Christ during this camp and the other Christian moms were right there to mentor and support them. It was beautiful. I know God is preparing a special place for these kids and their parents in His Kingdom. I want to be there to see the smiles and watch these mothers running and playing with their children.

Richard’s thoughts: At first there seemed to be no reason to be there, and no blessings, only horrible saggy beds and hordes of mosquitoes. And even though we knew the kids were “handicapped,” it was hard at first to relate to them. But this is how it goes with us if we just listen and obey. First we get “stretched,” then we receive the blessings God gives when we do something in His name. We seem to think that we might bless others, but we are the ones who get blessed. We ended up falling in love with the kids, especially some of the weakest ones. Little Nastya was my favorite; Vladik was Vicki’s. We could make them smile, hardly a world-shaking development, but of great importance to us, and hopefully to them too. And who knows, maybe in God’s eyes their smiles are of greater value than the majority of all my previous accomplishments. For I am continually reminded that what I can see and quantify is only the physical and obvious, not the eternal. Ya just never know.


We returned yesterday from the Zhytomer area where we helped at a camp for disabled children. I’ve been going over my pictures and I miss the kids and moms already. How can I adequately write the words which will describe this experience and the feelings associated with it? I don’t believe that’s possible. Yet I long to share with each of you the wonder and joy we experienced. I want you to get to know these terrific children and their dedicated, loving moms. I want you to glimpse a world far removed from life in America and even our life in Kyiv. Yet I have barely glimpsed their struggles and trials so how can I share them with you?

I wish each of you could join us next year at one of the camps. I definitely want to go back. The accommodations were far from five star but they were adequate. There was a choice with the beds—either saggy, hammock-like springs or a very, hard board under the springs. A plethora of hungry mosquitoes roamed the grounds and buildings looking for unprotected areas of the body to feast on. Hot water for showers was provided every other day in a communal bath house. Yet the food was plentiful and filling—three meals and two snacks each day. The staff was amazing, helpful and caring. And there was no need for a social director to keep us entertained. We were busy from 7:30 AM when we started the day with staff worship until usually about 10:00 PM after the evening meeting and bedtime snack.

Today I will talk about the children and tomorrow about the moms and staff. There were about 51 kids with 22 of them in wheelchairs and strollers—whatever could be obtained for them. They were from five years to late teens in age (one sibling was two.) They ranged from mildly to severely disabled with muscular dystrophy, hydrocephalus, multiple sclerosis, Down’s syndrome, cerebral palsy, retardation, birth defects, and/or other abnormalities. A few siblings without any medical problems were also included.

I watched a couple of the younger children whom I worked with part of the time go from unresponsive to quite responsive during this week. Dima is six, the youngest of eleven children, and has Down’s syndrome and other complications. He is small and his little arms and legs are very thin. When I first saw him, he just laid still, unmoving except when he cried. I was assigned to his group and by the second day I was helping to care for him. It really stretched me. I sat and held him and sang songs to him while the others were playing. I worked on getting a smile from him and when coloring time came he actually grasped the marker and we colored. I later helped with the Mother’s group and spent less time with the small children’s group but toward the end of the week, I saw Dima lifting his arms and smiling when talked to.

One mother told our mother’s group that her daughter had smiled for the first time in her entire life while at camp.
Anya is sixteen and finishing school this year. She is extremely bright but is confined to a wheelchair and has problems with her bones breaking. Sasha, a young man in his early twenties, who had been physically healthy until he was sixteen, active in his church and in working for others, came to camp on crutches entirely too short for him. He fell a couple times the first two days and then the staff were able to fit him with longer crutches that fit around his arms. Three days later I saw him actually walking without his crutches (it is difficult since his feet turn in so his gait is uneven) and soon after that he was running everywhere. He told us as we left that he was working on his English so he can interpret for us next year.

Richard’s favorite was ten year old Nastya who is about the size of a five year old. She is very weak and has trouble holding her head up but she can move very slowly. She has a very sharp mind and he could play games with her that didn’t require much movement on her part. He could make her laugh and he spent much of his time doing so. Another one that was special to him was Nadia. She is able to move her upper body and makes lovely bracelets. Maxim, a young boy in a wheelchair, was happiest when he was around Nadia. When they played ball, they would just hold the ball for a long time so Richard would sneak in and bat it out of their hands. They’d laugh and laugh at his antics.

Vladyk and his mother, Oksana, were very special to me. At first, I didn’t know how to approach him. Most of the young children were nervous around me and I think it was because they didn’t understand my language. By the end of camp, they seemed to accept me and my weird language. Vladyk is blind. He is five years old and a very large child for his age. His mom is very athletic, fortunately, because he is over half her size. Oksana and her husband had dreamed of having a child for three years. Vladyk was born healthy but contracted meningitis and a bacterial infection while in the hospital. He is hydrocephalic, blind, diabetic and there may be other complications. Early on his parents brought him to Kyiv to see if a shunt could be inserted and they were told it would do no good. The father was devastated and has divorced Oksana. She is twenty-seven. She wants to work but there is not enough money to hire someone to take care of Vladyk during the day. She told me that she dreams that he will be able to walk and talk and become an active member of society some day. His walking skills increased during the time at camp—although he can’t do so without holding on to someone. I tried to teach him numbers with my fingers. I got him to laugh and he knows my voice now. The nurse was wonderful with him and he will hug and kiss her. When he hugs me, he grabs my hair and holds on tight so I have to be careful. He loves music and liked to play with the building blocks used during play time on a couple of days. There must be things that can be done to help him and his mom.

Oksana and I have become friends. She told me that she used to try to pray but gave up a long time ago. We spent one morning after class talking about God and that evening she went forward to become a Christian. I went up to hold her hand and support her. Then Yvet asked me to pray with her and she wanted to ask God’s forgiveness and to say the sinner’s pray. She asked Jesus into her life and I praise God that He allowed me to be there and be able to have this experience with her. I have prayed for years to see someone come to the Father and it was beautiful. We are going to keep in touch and I hope that we can find some help for Vladyk and for her as well. Please keep these children and families in your prayers.

We picked up the final plans from the architect last week. The top picture is the drawing from the front of the building and the next two pictures view the building from the south side. The roof will be pointed. The original idea was to have dormers on the building so we could put a dormitory under the roof. Instead, the roof has been raised over a meter in height and an addition is being added to the front. This arrangement has resulted in eight dorm rooms, each with its own bathroom including a shower. The architect came up with an unique arrangement for the staircase so each room will have its own entrance. I have included that drawing here. You can see the original plans on www.SmileAlliance.org which desperately needs to be updated.

This is the drawing for the basement. There will be utility rooms, a computer lab at the front, storage and recreational rooms.

This drawing is for the dental clinic. Because of governmental codes, we had to put in a surgery room for extractions–this includes both waiting and recovery rooms. It is on the right side at the back of the building. There are a couple of extra rooms on the right which may eventually be used for more dental operatories. The Office and reception areas are in the new addition on the front.

Included on the second floor are two kitchens (one for preparation and one for clean-up as defined by codes), a prayer room, an apartment for visitors staying for a period of time, a cafeteria, and a large meeting room.

The top floor includes 8 dorm rooms with bathrooms, a meeting/common room, and a balcony.

We were impressed with the way the architect designed the little bridges at the top to get our guests to the outside rooms. Remember, this is an unfinished house but the staircases and inside walls were already in place.

We are very excited about the possibilities for Smile House. But we also want it to be God’s plan and design. We feel that He brought the architect to us and although he was not our first choice, his designs turned out to be even better than we imagined.

This final view is looking down on the SAI property in the future. It shows Smile House, proposed outbuildings and landscaping.

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