Reedemed by Grace: Do I have to say goodbye?

Coming back to Cradle of Love, after Zanzibar, was a hero's welcoming. The babies screamed with delight, ran over to me, and covered me with hugs and kisses. I was surprised how much bigger a few of the babies looked after only a week. And I think the reality is, I am finally noticing how big they have grown this summer. Even Carolina, crawled for the first time, while I was gone =( So sad to have missed it. It is going to be hard missing out on these babies growing up, I am so attached to them now. Especially my precious triplets. I really want to pack them with me and bring them home.

I feel as though every hug, kiss, laugh and memory is extra special to me, knowing this is my last week with the babies. I know when I say goodbye, I am going to be a crying mess. In one sense, I am ready to come home. I miss family and friends. I especially hate that I haven't been there for friends during big moments in their lives this summer. I am ready to catch up and have basic comforts again. But in another sense, I don't want to leave these babies or Africa. I know I am going to miss the simplicity of life here, the focus on relationships, and even the smells and sounds of Africa. I will forever have etched in my mind little things like Prince's bear hugs, or how Martine says, "Mama Musa!" and how Rachel scowls when she doesn't get her way. I love how before dinner is served and the little babies are sitting in their seats, I give them all kisses and they light up in joy. I love Tumini's kissy face, Rebecca's laugh, Lowawsa's gummy smile, and even Bahati's screeches for attention. Oh, I love them so much and I am thankful to have been able to experience these little angels, but saying goodbye is going to be so hard to do...

From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise. Psalm 8:2

Sweetie Amina

and the world is Prince's bathroom...