my kids

I scooped up Nkosi as soon as I saw him. (He's "my" little two-year-old at the local orphanage.) I was relieved to find him much healthier than he'd been. As I held him in my arms, I prayed and spoke blessings over him. Nkosi's name means "Little Warrior", and that's a promise I love to remind him of. I got to do Peaberry's bedtime routine with her. While she was heavier in my arms than the last time I rocked her, she still fit perfectly. I sang my go-to song for her, snuggled her close, and whispered sweet nothings everythings to her. She is more beautiful than ever, and I love her more than I could possibly explain.

I had a play-doh date with my Siloh. We sat on the floor making penguins and pancakes, and though he's grown up a lot, it felt like no time at all had passed. "I missed you so much," I told him again. He looked up at me and whispered his reply: "I was at work." I couldn't help but laugh as my heart melted even more.


I really missed my kids in Africa...