Dear Morgan,
Thank you…
- for knowing every word to “Poor Unfortunate Souls” (and all other Little Mermaid songs) and singing it with me as we wash dinner dishes.
- for having enough patience and positivity to watch paint dry in a smelly, fly-infested barn on a brutal Albanian summer day.
- for calling me out when I don’t eat all of my eggplant soup or drink enough water.
- for always walking with your chin up and shoulders back; even in the way you hold yourself, you radiate the strength and unshakable character of our Father.
- for making me laugh until I cry.
- for nodding with assurance and saying, “You can do it,” when I wanted to call everyone to the dinner table but was unsure if they would listen.
- for giggling with the joy and sweetness of a five-year-old girl.
- for whispering words of encouragement to my vulnerable heart after I had poured it out in song in front of thirteen people I didn’t yet know.
- for saying, “If I have to be tired and uncomfortable for one month—because that’s all the time I have with these kids—it’s worth it.” The heartbeat of Jesus echoes in your words.
- for all the precious and provoking moments to come as we share this journey.
Love from,
Whitney
