Do you remember? I sure do. It was exactly one year ago. Our possessions were narrowed down to our allotted pieces of luggage and we boarded that one-way plane with a two-year-old, a one-year-old, a six-month-old, and hearts ready to change the world. And of course Papa O, who would eventually win the award for…… Continue reading Remember that time we moved to Africa?
Four years. Tonight before bed, I’m cleaning. Why? Because tomorrow I don’t want to wake up to a house that is a total disaster and if I can control one part of my day tomorrow, it’ll be the cleanliness of my floors and the emptiness of my sink (at least until the kids wake up). …… Continue reading Just Hold On
The past twenty days have been filled with a little bit of every emotion. We are trying to focus on the good! We have been met with so much kindness and compassion, it has been outstanding. We could not have asked for more open arms or a safer place to land. My aunt and uncle…… Continue reading Good Ideas
Monday is right around the corner. If you would have asked me three months ago why I was already dreading June 5th, I would have said I couldn’t bear the thought of saying goodbye to my dad. Today, however, my angst is for a very different parting that awaits us. We are headed back to…… Continue reading Serendipity
Here are a few quick stories. I’m sorry this blog has not at all been what I expected, but I still want to keep you up to date better than I have been. Tylee and Ember have been introduced to bunk beds since we’ve been in Africa. Ember is still way too clumsy to get…… Continue reading Yaymen
Y’all, we are exhausted. The past three weeks have felt like three months and we’ve said more goodbyes than we ever anticipated so soon. To make a really long story short, we had irreconcilable differences with the management at Neema and the President of the Board of Directors told us, “I really feel like we…… Continue reading So now what?
Yesterday we said goodbye. How do you look into the eyes of a boy who has already been abandoned once and tell him you’re leaving before you’ve ever gotten to be his mom? A boy who has asked you almost every day since you’ve met, “When I am come to Ucare house with you?” how…… Continue reading It’s Over