Africa is still on my heart, as I'm sure surprises no one.
I see these kids' faces every day.
And I wonder if I'll ever see them again.
In part, because I don't know if I'll be able to go back - who really knows what the future holds?
And in part because so many of the kids are sick - if I come back, will they still be here?
I'll remember them, most likely forever.
Will they remember me? Any of us?
I didn't expect to miss them this much. I really didn't.
... their silliness...
... their singing.
It's hard to love people on the other side of the world, hard to be apart from them when you want so badly to just hold them.
Instead, I try to help them from here, raising funds and awareness.
And I hope, someday, to be with them again.