sits you down for a serious talk.
They tell you over and over how getting involved with someone of the opposite sex is bad news and you are not to do it AT ALL for the next year of your life.
They’ve talked about it all year long.
They even had the squad leaders remind us around month 5 that feelings are normal,
but we are not to act on them.
But I just couldn’t help it.
I fell in love.
It’s true.
I fell in love with the most handsome, beautiful, amazing man named Michael.
Don’t lie, you would have fell for him too.
From the moment our eyes first met, I knew that he would be my baby.
And, oh he was my baby.
Even the Auntie’s in the babyhouse who took care of the children 24/7 called him my baby.
Every day when they saw me coming, they would hand him right over with a chuckle and say “here is your baby!”
I literally spent every moment with him that I could.
I would go spend hours holding him on our off days.
I fell in love with him.
He would smile only at me. We shared a special bond.
I still think about Michael, every single day.
I spend hours praying for him and still cry when I think about how I might never see him again.
If it were not illegal for me to adopt from Swazi, he would be in my arms right now.
It’s amazing the impact a 3 month old can have on your life.
Michael changed my entire month.
And oh, how I miss him.
