Ode to the feather earring...
I wasn't sure I loved you, until I wore you once
Then I loved you with my puffer vest and curly hair
I lost you once and found you, then lost you again and found you
But today I lost you and haven't found you yet.
Oh poor feather earring, I hope you haven't gone with the wind...
Today was the suitcase day and it was so fun!! The children were very excited to look at what arrived in their suitcase. We looked through more than half of the suitcases today and will finish them tomorrow. The suitcases are so well packed and thoughtfully put together. I'm so grateful to all the people who sponsored suitcases and put so much time and effort into them. They really are special for the children to take home with them. My parents' church sponsored 7 suitcases and it was so fun to see all the treasures in them today.
I'm not ready to say goodbye and although going through the suitcases helped to continue the process, it is still hard to believe how quickly the days are passing. Monday's drive will be here soon and I'll be saying goodbye.
I'm glad for the special day of giving them such a wonderful gift.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Day 7 - November 29
I had my exit interview with David today. Talking about the year, looking back at the highs and lows, remembering the lessons I've learned about life made the end seem so much closer. It was good to think through the year though and remember all that has happened.
I am excited for tomorrow because it is suitcase day! The children each receive a suitcase that has been sponsored by a family and they are amazing. The children are going to be so excited. I can't wait. Pictures to follow :)
I am excited for tomorrow because it is suitcase day! The children each receive a suitcase that has been sponsored by a family and they are amazing. The children are going to be so excited. I can't wait. Pictures to follow :)
Monday, November 29, 2010
Day 8 - November 28
Deborah and I taught the children a song in devotions. Last Sunday at church, the youth band sang Desert Song by Brooke Fraser and she really wanted to learn it. As we practiced the song, I realized what a good song it would be for all the children to know. The message of the song is so powerful. She did such a great job of helping to lead the song and be my helper. I'm so proud of her.
When I went up to give the boys their hugs, Alex looked at me and said, "just one more week, Auntie. That's sad." It is sad. It will be hard. They are exited to be home, but they are sad to be leaving. We all have the same feelings.
Here are the lyrics...it really is a powerful song.
This is my prayer in the desert
When all that's within me feels dry
This is my prayer in the hunger and need
My God is a God who provides
This is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon formed against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here
And this is my prayer in the battle
When triumph is still on it's way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favour and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be emptied again
The seed I've received I will sow
When I went up to give the boys their hugs, Alex looked at me and said, "just one more week, Auntie. That's sad." It is sad. It will be hard. They are exited to be home, but they are sad to be leaving. We all have the same feelings.
Here are the lyrics...it really is a powerful song.
This is my prayer in the desert
When all that's within me feels dry
This is my prayer in the hunger and need
My God is a God who provides
This is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon formed against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here
And this is my prayer in the battle
When triumph is still on it's way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favour and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be emptied again
The seed I've received I will sow
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Day 9 - November 27
I walked to the lake with Deborah and Reagan today. It was great. These two are children of my heart, the ones I've connected with in a different way than a lot of the other children.
Reagan is my boy. He's my little man, the one who still wants to hold my hand and have 30 hugs but at the same time who is dreaming of being a pastor, who willing shares with the people around him and who would rather give than receive. Reagan listened to his CD player while we walked, singing quietly to himself, simply enjoying being included.
Deborah is the firecracker, the witty young woman who knows the value of a joke and is sarcastic beyond her years. She loves to have fun and is learning where the line between fun and disrespect happens. She's blossoming into an amazing girl, who will someday do great things with her helpful nature. Today we talked about best and worst moments of tour. She shared from her heart and I shared from mine. I loved chatting with her as we walked down the road to the lake. We had an amazing chat - maybe the best one we've had since she became so attached to me and I, attached to her.
These little moments are becoming more and more precious. I am holding them close to my heart for I know that these moments will soon be over.
Time like this is made for cherishing.
Reagan is my boy. He's my little man, the one who still wants to hold my hand and have 30 hugs but at the same time who is dreaming of being a pastor, who willing shares with the people around him and who would rather give than receive. Reagan listened to his CD player while we walked, singing quietly to himself, simply enjoying being included.
Deborah is the firecracker, the witty young woman who knows the value of a joke and is sarcastic beyond her years. She loves to have fun and is learning where the line between fun and disrespect happens. She's blossoming into an amazing girl, who will someday do great things with her helpful nature. Today we talked about best and worst moments of tour. She shared from her heart and I shared from mine. I loved chatting with her as we walked down the road to the lake. We had an amazing chat - maybe the best one we've had since she became so attached to me and I, attached to her.
These little moments are becoming more and more precious. I am holding them close to my heart for I know that these moments will soon be over.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Day 10 - November 26
A quiet day at Mirembe. The weather is starting to cool off, so playtime was spent indoors with a book, cuddled up with Deborah and Faith. David is here, Chelsea came back. It will be a weekend full of emotion.
I am realizing more and more that the hardest part of saying goodbye is the finality of goodbye. I am going to cease to be "auntie". Sometime ago, the children stopped saying Auntie Stacy and simply call me Auntie - unless of course there is another auntie around. I think the hardest part of turning the page is the changing of the role. When I left teaching and no one called me Miss Allan, it wasn't hard because I knew that Miss Allan would be back again someday. Auntie Stacy will always be part of me because I have my own nieces and nephew, but the context is so much different. In my everyday life for the last 15 months, I have been Auntie Stacy at all times. It will be such a swift change from Auntie Stacy to Stacy that I feel as though I'll be a little bit at a loss.
9 more days. The days are less than the number of fingers on my hands. I don't quite know how to deal with that yet. Still working through the goodbyes, until they come for one last time.
I am realizing more and more that the hardest part of saying goodbye is the finality of goodbye. I am going to cease to be "auntie". Sometime ago, the children stopped saying Auntie Stacy and simply call me Auntie - unless of course there is another auntie around. I think the hardest part of turning the page is the changing of the role. When I left teaching and no one called me Miss Allan, it wasn't hard because I knew that Miss Allan would be back again someday. Auntie Stacy will always be part of me because I have my own nieces and nephew, but the context is so much different. In my everyday life for the last 15 months, I have been Auntie Stacy at all times. It will be such a swift change from Auntie Stacy to Stacy that I feel as though I'll be a little bit at a loss.
9 more days. The days are less than the number of fingers on my hands. I don't quite know how to deal with that yet. Still working through the goodbyes, until they come for one last time.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Day 11 - November 25
Happy Thanksgiving!
One year ago, Choir 35 was celebrating American Thanksgiving in Rancho Cucamonga, CA at Auntie Judy's house. This year, we are hanging out a Mirembe House and we were blessed by a wonderful family with a beautiful Thanksgiving meal. Tonight, we watched Ratatouille with the children and stayed up "late" - 1/2 hour past bedtime!
I am so thankful to have had another holiday celebration with my ACC family. It is these special days that will remain in my memory, much like our holiday from a year ago is still so vivid in my mind.
I am so thankful that I got 38 hugs (and then some) today. I'm thankful that my kids are so affectionate.
I am thankful that we had so many days at Mirembe to be together and to enjoy our time before we head back to our own countries. I know that heading back to Canada will be hard, but I'm also thankful to be going home, to be in one place for a while at least.
I'm thankful that even though there are only 10 days left, that each day, I make a few more memories, give a few more hugs, love a little more and learn a little more.
One year ago, Choir 35 was celebrating American Thanksgiving in Rancho Cucamonga, CA at Auntie Judy's house. This year, we are hanging out a Mirembe House and we were blessed by a wonderful family with a beautiful Thanksgiving meal. Tonight, we watched Ratatouille with the children and stayed up "late" - 1/2 hour past bedtime!
I am so thankful to have had another holiday celebration with my ACC family. It is these special days that will remain in my memory, much like our holiday from a year ago is still so vivid in my mind.
I am so thankful that I got 38 hugs (and then some) today. I'm thankful that my kids are so affectionate.
I am thankful that we had so many days at Mirembe to be together and to enjoy our time before we head back to our own countries. I know that heading back to Canada will be hard, but I'm also thankful to be going home, to be in one place for a while at least.
I'm thankful that even though there are only 10 days left, that each day, I make a few more memories, give a few more hugs, love a little more and learn a little more.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Day 12 - November 24
Hugs.
I have a rule. I always get 2 hugs at bedtime. This makes things interesting now that we have been at the base house, but I still go up to say good-night and give my hugs, even though I get hugs at the end of devotions right before bed.
The boys have given me a new rule - 4 hugs at bedtime. Well, that's a good rule. It makes things a bit chaotic, but none the less, I only have 11 days left to get these hugs. Better get them now. I love good-nights. I love how they snuggle into their beds and smile up with trust in their eyes - they know now that they are loved and beyond anything else, they will leave here knowing that they are loved by me.
I will miss all those hugs, I am cherishing each one. I will give as many hugs as I can in the next 11 days. I will store them up for those moments at home when I'm pining for those little arms to hug my waist. I will store them up for those moments when I miss my special children, these children of my heart. I will store them up until the moment I go to Uganda and Kenya and get another hug or two from these precious ones that were mine for 15 months. Those hugs will change. By the time I see them again, the hugs won't be around my waist. I won't hold their little heads in my hand. They'll be bigger, more grown up, but I'll still cherish the hug. And no matter what, they will know that they are loved.
I have a rule. I always get 2 hugs at bedtime. This makes things interesting now that we have been at the base house, but I still go up to say good-night and give my hugs, even though I get hugs at the end of devotions right before bed.
The boys have given me a new rule - 4 hugs at bedtime. Well, that's a good rule. It makes things a bit chaotic, but none the less, I only have 11 days left to get these hugs. Better get them now. I love good-nights. I love how they snuggle into their beds and smile up with trust in their eyes - they know now that they are loved and beyond anything else, they will leave here knowing that they are loved by me.
I will miss all those hugs, I am cherishing each one. I will give as many hugs as I can in the next 11 days. I will store them up for those moments at home when I'm pining for those little arms to hug my waist. I will store them up for those moments when I miss my special children, these children of my heart. I will store them up until the moment I go to Uganda and Kenya and get another hug or two from these precious ones that were mine for 15 months. Those hugs will change. By the time I see them again, the hugs won't be around my waist. I won't hold their little heads in my hand. They'll be bigger, more grown up, but I'll still cherish the hug. And no matter what, they will know that they are loved.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Day 13 - November 23
Life is a dance. Up, down, side to side.
Today, I danced with Ruth. We fell over, but we got back up again. Life is about dancing, even when you don't know the steps, even when you trip on your own feet or on someone else's.
Today, I hugged Reagan about 30 times. At least 20 of them were because he hugged me. And in those hugs, we danced. He stepped on my toes. I banged his head. It probably looked like a terrible dance to the world around me, but in my mind, it was the most beautiful dance of the day - maybe the year.
Today, I danced with Deborah. Our dance wasn't one of motion, but of laughter. She makes me laugh everyday. I will miss that part of our dance.
Today, I learned a little bit more about communication. It's a dance of words. Good communication is like a beautiful waltz - flowing and gentle, with ups and downs, turns and spins, tight holds and gentle releases. Bad communication is like a sporadic tango. Jagged edges, rough movements, pushing and pulling, and ending with a conquering spirit instead of a peaceful one.
Today, I discovered that I can be strong and emotional all at the same time. Strength doesn't live in hardness, but in a softness that can be molded and formed, humbled and built up. Strength lives in a spirit that is quiet before the Lord and is at peace.
Today, I danced with Ruth. We fell over, but we got back up again. Life is about dancing, even when you don't know the steps, even when you trip on your own feet or on someone else's.
Today, I hugged Reagan about 30 times. At least 20 of them were because he hugged me. And in those hugs, we danced. He stepped on my toes. I banged his head. It probably looked like a terrible dance to the world around me, but in my mind, it was the most beautiful dance of the day - maybe the year.
Today, I danced with Deborah. Our dance wasn't one of motion, but of laughter. She makes me laugh everyday. I will miss that part of our dance.
Today, I learned a little bit more about communication. It's a dance of words. Good communication is like a beautiful waltz - flowing and gentle, with ups and downs, turns and spins, tight holds and gentle releases. Bad communication is like a sporadic tango. Jagged edges, rough movements, pushing and pulling, and ending with a conquering spirit instead of a peaceful one.
Today, I discovered that I can be strong and emotional all at the same time. Strength doesn't live in hardness, but in a softness that can be molded and formed, humbled and built up. Strength lives in a spirit that is quiet before the Lord and is at peace.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Day 14 - November 22
Day 14
Today was tough. Many things made it that way. I'm tired. Today was a day where I felt ready to go home. Today was a day where I realized that emotionally and mentally, I am tired. Today was a day where the high pressures and low pressures collided and made a tornado in my head.
Today, Eunice thought it was her birthday, but her birthday is tomorrow. That made today really funny. It is good to have at least something in a day to make you smile.
Today was tough. Many things made it that way. I'm tired. Today was a day where I felt ready to go home. Today was a day where I realized that emotionally and mentally, I am tired. Today was a day where the high pressures and low pressures collided and made a tornado in my head.
Today, Eunice thought it was her birthday, but her birthday is tomorrow. That made today really funny. It is good to have at least something in a day to make you smile.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Day 15 - November 21
Day 15. The meaning of countdown has changed since I've been on tour. A countdown is when you check to make sure all of your kids are together. Now a countdown is how many days are left...
Today was the first Sunday in a long time where we got to go to church. King's Park International Church is a huge supporter of the ACC and the reason that we have a place called Mirembe House. If it wasn't for this awesome church, these last few weeks of tour would be spent in a much different way. It was amazing to be in church today and to not only worship with other believers, but to be truly challenged by the message. Pastor Jim spoke on the life of Noah and the stages of a believer's life. First, you are behind God. In the first step, you are learning to be obedient, submissive. As you move through that stage, you come to a point where God moves you from behind him to beside him, into friendship - a friendship that hears the heart of the other person. And then, you go before God as he sends you into your destiny, the place where he wants you to be.
This afternoon as I reflected on that, I was struck by the fact that in order for that relationship to happen, we must go through an element of change. Not easy change, but change that must be pushed through, worked out, and heart wrenching. As God brings us through the changes, we begin to hear his heart as he pulls us a little bit closer to his side into intimate friendship. As I shared in devotions with the children tonight, I talked about how each of us embraces change differently and as they look around at their aunties and uncles, they will see that each of us are coping with the changes we are facing in different ways. Amy, Alesha and I will be the criers, Mel will be the doer, Tony will be the one who quietly processes. It will take us all a different route to move up beside the Father, but he knows the best route and understands the way he has made us.
We had a quiet afternoon at the house. Faith and I played Scrabble - a game I am convinced she likes simply because I play it - and chatted about what is changing. When we finished our Scrabble game, we looked through some pictures and then sat on the couch for a few minutes. She said to me, "Auntie, I want to play soccer but I want to be near you". This girl knows me so well. I don't play soccer. As I sent her on her way to play some soccer, I was touched by realizing that Faith's way of coping with change is going to be quality time. Time is truly the only thing I have to give her and I will give her as much as I can.
The days continue to move by at a rapid pace. As I finished this week's schedule, I realized that I only have one more schedule to make. Time will be over before I know it.
Dear Lord, help me to move through this change the best way I know how. Give me the strength to give to these babies of mine what they need to embrace this change, too. Thank you for pulling me closer to your side as I learn to walk in submission. Amen.
Today was the first Sunday in a long time where we got to go to church. King's Park International Church is a huge supporter of the ACC and the reason that we have a place called Mirembe House. If it wasn't for this awesome church, these last few weeks of tour would be spent in a much different way. It was amazing to be in church today and to not only worship with other believers, but to be truly challenged by the message. Pastor Jim spoke on the life of Noah and the stages of a believer's life. First, you are behind God. In the first step, you are learning to be obedient, submissive. As you move through that stage, you come to a point where God moves you from behind him to beside him, into friendship - a friendship that hears the heart of the other person. And then, you go before God as he sends you into your destiny, the place where he wants you to be.
This afternoon as I reflected on that, I was struck by the fact that in order for that relationship to happen, we must go through an element of change. Not easy change, but change that must be pushed through, worked out, and heart wrenching. As God brings us through the changes, we begin to hear his heart as he pulls us a little bit closer to his side into intimate friendship. As I shared in devotions with the children tonight, I talked about how each of us embraces change differently and as they look around at their aunties and uncles, they will see that each of us are coping with the changes we are facing in different ways. Amy, Alesha and I will be the criers, Mel will be the doer, Tony will be the one who quietly processes. It will take us all a different route to move up beside the Father, but he knows the best route and understands the way he has made us.
We had a quiet afternoon at the house. Faith and I played Scrabble - a game I am convinced she likes simply because I play it - and chatted about what is changing. When we finished our Scrabble game, we looked through some pictures and then sat on the couch for a few minutes. She said to me, "Auntie, I want to play soccer but I want to be near you". This girl knows me so well. I don't play soccer. As I sent her on her way to play some soccer, I was touched by realizing that Faith's way of coping with change is going to be quality time. Time is truly the only thing I have to give her and I will give her as much as I can.
The days continue to move by at a rapid pace. As I finished this week's schedule, I realized that I only have one more schedule to make. Time will be over before I know it.
Dear Lord, help me to move through this change the best way I know how. Give me the strength to give to these babies of mine what they need to embrace this change, too. Thank you for pulling me closer to your side as I learn to walk in submission. Amen.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Day 16 - November 20
16. Done.
Today marked the 15 month anniversary of Choir 35 on tour. Today marked the last concert of Choir 35 on tour. Two monumental moments in the same day.
The other monumental moment today was that my boy, Reagan, turned 10. The best part was that he thought his birthday was tomorrow. This morning, after breakfast, I said happy birthday and he looked at me very puzzled and said his birthday is on November 20, tomorrow. No, Reagan, today is November 20. Big smile. Auntie, it is my birthday TODAY! Auntie, I am 10 years old. Hahaha. Poor kid. Waiting for his big day and then found out it WAS his big day. He's precious.
Tears only came 1 time today, right after the concert started. The moment when Reagan let go of my hand to follow Tony to the stage. For a brief moment, I was lost. But, I pulled it together, laughed and danced my way through this last concert and survived. One more last checked off the list. How many more? I don't think I have enough paper to make the list nor can I count that high.
Today marked the 15 month anniversary of Choir 35 on tour. Today marked the last concert of Choir 35 on tour. Two monumental moments in the same day.
The other monumental moment today was that my boy, Reagan, turned 10. The best part was that he thought his birthday was tomorrow. This morning, after breakfast, I said happy birthday and he looked at me very puzzled and said his birthday is on November 20, tomorrow. No, Reagan, today is November 20. Big smile. Auntie, it is my birthday TODAY! Auntie, I am 10 years old. Hahaha. Poor kid. Waiting for his big day and then found out it WAS his big day. He's precious.
Tears only came 1 time today, right after the concert started. The moment when Reagan let go of my hand to follow Tony to the stage. For a brief moment, I was lost. But, I pulled it together, laughed and danced my way through this last concert and survived. One more last checked off the list. How many more? I don't think I have enough paper to make the list nor can I count that high.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Day 17 - November 19
18 days to the end.
Wow.
My mind often finds its way back to the beginning and I wonder how 15 months has gone by so quickly. It has been wonderful to spend the last 3 days at our base house in North Carolina. Mirembe House. The place we longed for so many times on tour. The place we felt envy over everytime the other choirs got to go to Mirembe. House of Peace. And so it is. Amazingly peaceful. But, in the peacefulness, I find myself feeling the strain of saying good-bye. I find myself feeling the weight of letting go. I'm ready to go home, but I'm not ready to say good-bye. I'm ready to be in one place, but not ready to be in that place without my ACC family.
Today was a great day. I had a day off with Mel, Alesha and Tony. It started out with a massage (that was great even though it was painful...), lunch out at Red Robin, shopping, and more than that much laughter, good friends, and a little bit of quiet.
When we got back to the house, the best words ever were spoken. Deborah came to greet me and the first words she said were, "Auntie, where were you? I missed you", followed by a huge hug. Well, my dear girl, I missed you too. And I'm going to miss her more than I can even begin to tell her.
It's beginning. The tears without notice, the moments of lasts that I can't bear to let go of, hugs that I can't get enough of. I'm going to survive, but it's gonna take a while.
Wow.
My mind often finds its way back to the beginning and I wonder how 15 months has gone by so quickly. It has been wonderful to spend the last 3 days at our base house in North Carolina. Mirembe House. The place we longed for so many times on tour. The place we felt envy over everytime the other choirs got to go to Mirembe. House of Peace. And so it is. Amazingly peaceful. But, in the peacefulness, I find myself feeling the strain of saying good-bye. I find myself feeling the weight of letting go. I'm ready to go home, but I'm not ready to say good-bye. I'm ready to be in one place, but not ready to be in that place without my ACC family.
Today was a great day. I had a day off with Mel, Alesha and Tony. It started out with a massage (that was great even though it was painful...), lunch out at Red Robin, shopping, and more than that much laughter, good friends, and a little bit of quiet.
When we got back to the house, the best words ever were spoken. Deborah came to greet me and the first words she said were, "Auntie, where were you? I missed you", followed by a huge hug. Well, my dear girl, I missed you too. And I'm going to miss her more than I can even begin to tell her.
It's beginning. The tears without notice, the moments of lasts that I can't bear to let go of, hugs that I can't get enough of. I'm going to survive, but it's gonna take a while.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Day 18 - November 18
On July 17, 2009, I boarded a plane for Indiana to meet Choir 32. Now, on November 18, 2010, I have 18 days left until I say good-bye to Choir 35. Time has gone by so quickly. I still remember that first day of training and wondering if I would take to touring life.
I'm learning to let go, but fighting with all my being. Everything inside wants to hold on, but I know that isn't healthy. I'm trying to find balance between spending time and letting go. Not an easy place to be. I'm learning, but it is a long lesson. One that takes several weeks instead of several days. Perhaps, more like a bachelor's degree than a semester in high school.
18 more sleeps. Can I do it?
I'm learning to let go, but fighting with all my being. Everything inside wants to hold on, but I know that isn't healthy. I'm trying to find balance between spending time and letting go. Not an easy place to be. I'm learning, but it is a long lesson. One that takes several weeks instead of several days. Perhaps, more like a bachelor's degree than a semester in high school.
18 more sleeps. Can I do it?
Friday, November 12, 2010
Choices
A few days ago, we drove through a city called Denton, TX. Several years ago, I applied to get my masters degree in Choral Conducting at the University of North Texas in Denton. Circumstances that happened caused me to not go, nor did I pursue any other school for a similar program. I made a choice and looking back, it all brought me to this place with the African Children's Choir. If I had done more schooling, I would have followed a path much different than this one.
Choices. Everyday we make them. Sometimes they are made for us. Sometimes we agree, other times we don't. Sometimes we have the power to change them; sometimes, no matter how much we disagree, there is no power in our opinion, no power to change the decision.
I find myself wondering how you get to the point where when a decision is made, you accept it and move on; that you don't allow yourself to become caught up in the decision that really wasn't yours to make in the first place.
Choices. Everyday we make them. Sometimes they are made for us. Sometimes we agree, other times we don't. Sometimes we have the power to change them; sometimes, no matter how much we disagree, there is no power in our opinion, no power to change the decision.
I find myself wondering how you get to the point where when a decision is made, you accept it and move on; that you don't allow yourself to become caught up in the decision that really wasn't yours to make in the first place.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
One
Sitting in the quiet of a hotel room, I look over and sleeping soundly in the bed next to me are two very precious girls. As I look at them peacefully sleeping, I realize, yet again, how much I love these girls that God has placed in my care. Tonight as I hugged them goodnight, the older of the two held me tight around the neck and said how much she loved me. Then she squeezed with all her might. The younger one giggled, but didn't hold back her love either. As I tucked them in, we said our prayers and they both rolled over and in minutes, found their way to slumber. Tomorrow, when I wake them, I will get two more hugs, two more good mornings. 30 days from now, I will hug them one last time, wave as they go and cry just a little, even though I said I wouldn't. These beautiful girls...do they know how much I love them? Do they know that they will be missed? Do they know that this year with all its ups and downs has been wonderful simply because they were mine for just a little while?
Once, 10 became 12, 12 became 15, then 15 became 1.
One.
Once, 10 became 12, 12 became 15, then 15 became 1.
One.
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