I left my heart in Paradise...
Dozens of stories.
Buckets of tears.
Hundreds of photos.
A little boy and a little girl that Kristiana and I wanted to adopt.
Will write about them later and post their photos.
(Neither of them appear in any of these photos.)
Off to journal. To cry a little more. And then to bed.
Yes, we made it home safe and sound.
But I left my heart in Paradise - which is the name of the most poverty-stricken place I have ever been.
And also the place with some of the most beautiful children I have ever seen.
Too many superlatives, I know.
Yet each is dreadfully inadequate.
Thank you all for your support, your emails, and your prayer.
I felt them all. Buoyed. Strengthened. Protected.
All is well.
And so horribly, heart-wrenchingly awfully wrong.