11. Having deep conversations with Rikki up on the rooftop under the stars, facing the gigantic Jesus statue.
10. Getting frappicino’s/twisters at Juice Zen any time we could.
9. Watching movies, all seven of us snuggled up onto two beds.
8. Having one of the 17 children at the orphanage see my empty lap and just come and plop themselves down in it.
7. Doggy piles/being woken up by one (or all) of the boys jumping on me/my bed.
6. The many dance parties that were had whilst jumping on our beds.
5. Girl’s night where we hung out and ate copious amounts of ice cream and laughed about
traffic accidents we’d been in and/or caused.
4. Waking up extremely early every Saturday to go to the orphanage and help the kids cook an “American” (and Canadian) breakfast.
3. Helping the kids at the orphanage eat lunch every day and without their knowledge, betting on which kid would finish first.
2. Team tattoos for our family time one day.
1. My birthday. Never have I felt so loved and cared for by the people around me. Even the kids at the orphanage gave me cute little cards that said they loved me.
