Today I ran across a picture of James Mwangi on my phone which stirred some emotions:
My heart aches…
I miss my babies in Africa!
I miss their smiles.
I miss holding them.
I miss them falling asleep in my arms.
I miss their giggles and playfulness.
I miss the way they say my name.
I miss the way they run to the Pajaro as we pull up in Camp
Tumaini.
I miss the heartfelt conversations.
I even miss them “braiding� my hair (which resulted in hours
of detangling).
I miss singing in Swahili with them.
I miss playing house in the outline scratched into the dirt
and jumping rope to songs I have no idea what they mean and hand clapping games
and spinning seeds and running races and playing soccer with plastic bags tied
into a ball.
My arms feel so empty…and my eyes fill with tears.
My heart
aches as I miss my babies in Africa!
