missing my boys

    Once you meet someone, they are in your life forever, whether you see them all the time or not. That can go a lot of ways, but in this particular instance, it goes to my boys in Haiti; Wilma and Iglesias. :) Mwe Amo Ou.
     I can remember that as the week went on, it got harder and harder to go inside the compound...even to eat dinner. We were supposed to have Siestas (naps/rest time) every day to gice us the energy we needed. But by Wednesday, and definitely Thursday, we were literally not tasting our food or making PB&J's (something quick) so we could get back outside before it was time to move on to do something else, or come in for the evening.
     Our leaders, some days, had to literally force us inside. I didn't feel drained at all, the kids and people and God were giving me the energy I needed. I remember that, on Wednesday, it was a forced Siesta time, so I tried to rest and be still. I hung out with friends in the enos for a bit, but I ended up sitting in the window sill of the women chaperones' room. They had a view to the courtyard. I watched as some of the kids hung out and played. Just watching what they were doing. Counting down the minutes to go back out. I could see Wilma, laughing and waiting. Precious. A lot of the kids leave when we go inside, but they all come back when we come back out. Sometimes more come.
     The last night and then the morning we left are forever impressed in my mind. A lot of other stuff is too. But I can still feel those two events. Sense them.
     I am sending a letter that I have written in Creole to the boys and laminated pictures, so they remember us when I go back in 5 months (praying I get to at least, but being positive). Our college kids at church (AO) gets to go in 2 months! Reunition will never feel so good. So, I'm sending my stuff with them, they are excited to go...especially the ones who went with me last summer.
     I love my Haiti boys: Wilma, Iglesias, and from the orphanage, Ismael.
Be strong,
thanks:)
    

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