I’m so glad your kids will have these wonderful memories. I cherish mine. I just remembered being in the White Father’s house during a blizzard - it was after school and my mother was typing away while the snow fell silently. Bliss, sheer bliss.
Once when we were at the mission, when my youngest was a few months old, a tiny Brother from the Philippines, who looked about 12, carried her around all morning because he was so homesick for his siblings. Finally I had to say, “Please, Brother - she needs her diaper changed!”