Saying goodbye to people who’ve become like family, people who’ve given 16 years of their lives and counting to serve those in need 💛
Before we came, we’d prayed for God to make this a delightful trip, for wonderful friends, for community. These people made all the difference- to us and our girls.
The meal I will miss the most— the Swahili platter (Tanzanian 菜饭）
It was 6-yr old SF who pointed out to me before the captain announced, “Mama, isn’t that Mt Kilimanjaro? We’re above the clouds!”
And the 22-hour journey back home begins… thankful for all the toys and activities we’ve been blessed with by many of you- we are so grateful.
During our long layover, I had a huge piece of chocolate cake all to myself.
I remembered how I felt- calm, un-anxious, unguilty, unashamed and realized – I’ve come a long way.
When we had a quiet moment while waiting for the plane (before chaos broke loose through a change in gate number and a very public preschooler meltdown from being overtired), I asked my girls to share with me why it’s OK to have treats. That unlike what I learnt when I was growing up, treats are not bad, we are not “bad people” if we eat “less than” a certain “healthy” standard. I got emotional thinking about what I wished I’d learnt earlier in life, but am grateful I get to be a cycle breaker.
Let’s be kind to ourselves and our bodies.
