I've been home from Ethiopia for 3 weeks now, pretty much exactly.
I still don't know what to say.
It was good and big and emotional and what I needed and yet didn't even come close, how could it?
I missed my babies and everyone, but part of me felt more whole than I've felt for a year and a half.
I loved flying without four children.
I ate the best doro wat of my life.
The kids did great without me. I was so worried about them, especially Rebeka. She did so well though. She told people, "My mama is in Ethiopia, eating doro wat and injera!" (I totally was.) Carter went to Camp Tilikum for the first time, and even went on the Big Swing. (The youngest any of my kids did it!) I swear he grew three feet while I was gone. My biggest Bigs were great too. Ah, I love them so!
I love traveling, so much. I would travel all the time, with my crew, if I could. Seriously, constantly.
I belly laughed with Visty, a lot. She was a great travel partner!
I have a lot to talk about, hopefully soon I can sort it all out.
Dire Dawa, the city where our sweet girl was born.