The other day, I sat back for a rare moment to reflect on the past year. My how time has flown and how our children have grown and changed. It almost hurt to realize how quickly they are growing up. Now that we are in the states, we have busied ourselves to thoroughly, that I have not even taken the time to journal. It occurred to me that the kids will have all of these previous entries to read about their story in Kenya, but once in the states, they will have little to go by.
So, forgive me, but I am going to back log. It is my determination to start back when we first got back from Kenya and fill in the blanks for my children. Life is short. I have seen a lot of unexpected death in the past few months, and I am rather heart sore. If I do not live to tell my children what great kids they are, how much I enjoy my time with them, if time does not allow me the pleasure of sharing our memories, I want them to know that every night when the house falls silent, I reflect for a moment on how precious are the gifts that fill this house with noise, dirt, and love and I am compelled, for just a moment, to wake them all back up and pull them close and hold on like it is our last moment.
So, here goes...