Last night I was handed a tablet and told to write this blog. About what, I'm not sure.
The last blog has some significance or no significance depending on who you talk to. Many of the ideas, words, and thoughts have been said. Stereotypically, I could sit here pounding away on my keyboard saying how great of a trip it was and how the children were so lovely. While this is very true, I would like to write about not what we did or what we said, but what we learned.
I have learned many things from the children. Things that I will remember and recount from for many years to come. How they are so receptive to love. How they show love for what seems like 24/7. How they are raw in their emotions. How in a place so impoverished, they continue to show joy and humor. How despite our language boundaries they are capable of doing all of these things.
There are many things that stuck to me, but this is one that came to me when writing this blog. As the children continue to play, laugh, and love while I'm in America, I will remember their faces of love and joy. They have affected all of us, and we will bring with us a little part of them.



