In 2002 our group built a home for a family in Tijuana. The husband worked for the water company. The couple had three children. I can't remember the husband and wife's names but the son was named Christian and they had two daughters. When we said goodbye on the last day, they told us that this would always be our house and we were always welcome. "Mi casa es su casa." They asked us each to sign our names to a large rock with permanent marker.
In 2004 our group was building a home about a mile from what we refer to as "Christian's house". We stopped after work one day but no one was home. We left a note saying hello. That year Tijuana had heavy rains and the streets were ankle deep in mud. The next day Christian and his mother walked to our worksite. They invited us to stop over after work. When we did she treated us to a glass of Coke and gave us a tour of her finished home. There on the patio, she still had the rock on display.
For several years following we were in neighborhoods further east so we did not stop but in 2013 we were once again in that colonia so we returned for a visit. The daughter (now grown) had recently gotten married. She wanted to show us her wedding album. As she opened the cover there it was--a photo of our group!
Photo albums record those most important life events and the people that make them special. Just before the photo of the new bride and groom was a photo of a bunch of US citizens, all dusty and sweaty after a day pouring cement. What is in your wedding album? --Steve Schroer
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