I encountered a number of setbacks related to getting my nursing license. It started with the fact that I came to Uganda on the date that they would have done the interviews for the license transfer. This meant that I had to wait an entire month to be able to go to the next interview.
I had tried to research qualifications and requirements for obtaining my license while I was still in the US, but unfortunately due to a very unstable website, I wasn't able to access the page that I needed to look at for what to bring as far as paperwork. As a result I only brought copies of a few documents that they wanted the originals to compare to.
Frantically I messaged my sister to see if she could get the documents from my Grandma's house and send them to me. Come to find out that was much easier said than done. (Have you ever tried to ship anything to Africa? Its not cheap!) So instead, my Dad emailed me the originals so I could print them out here.
This would have worked but I needed to get some nice resume paper to print it on.
In the heart of Kampala there is an entire street (Nassa Rd.) which houses basically a massive "Staples" broken up in different little shops. (Now those of you who know me realize this is way more tempting than the entire road that is a massive Hobby Lobby. I love office supplies, I just do!) However, I only needed 2-3 sheets of resume paper, and almost all the shops sold them by the ream. So after running all over looking for a shop that would let me buy only a few sheets, I finally found a place, even though I had to buy 16 sheets to get what I wanted.
Finally I was off to the printers. The friend that I was with had to run to another errand and had to leave me there in the good hands of the copy shop people. So I pull out my flash drive to print the files, and every single one is corrupted. Every. Single. One. And I had just put them on the flash drive that morning, so I'll never understand what happened.
The copy shop lady was really nice though, and helped me get a boda boda back all the way across town to Kitintale to get my laptop which still contained the original files. He would take me there, wait for me, and then bring me back, since I wasn't really sure how to get to where I was at the moment
We had almost reached Bugolobi, which is about 15 min walking distance from Kitintale when something goes thump on the boda boda. I look down and our tire has completely popped. So we limp off to the side of the road to find someone to fix the tire.
Thankfully we weren't far from a boda stage and there was a guy there who could easily fix the flat. Come to find out it wasn't the tire itself, but the inner tube which had popped, which was the good news. They told me it would probably be about 7 minutes to fix (which I took with a grain of salt, knowing about African time.)
The boda guy was really nice though and above that, he knew where I needed to go back to, so I was a little more than hesitant to part with him and get another boda the rest of the way. Instead I plopped down to wait it out and watch the proceedings.
Naturally a small band of bodas grouped around offering their friendly (but not terribly constructive) advice to the guy fixing the tire, and the boda driver. There was also some obvious amusement regarding the "mzungu" who had chosen to wait at the side of the road instead of rushing on to where ever she was bound.
Its one of those surreal moments when you look around at your situation and just have to laugh. That is exactly what I did. I sat on the base of a sign post at the boda stage and just laughed quietly to myself amid the growing confusion. I watched the taxis and bodas whiz past me stirring up clouds of red dust and sat there with my legs crossed wishing I had someone to take a picture of the whole absurd scene.
As I'm sitting there contemplating my fate, another friend (the one I'm staying with) swept past me on a boda. She did a double take wondering if that was me sitting there, then decided that there weren't any other white women in Kampala with braids like mine (she put them in herself.) She called me to find out if I was okay, but by that time I was safely back on the road.
The story gets better from there, as I was able to get everything printed after finagling the images a bit to get everything ready. I journeyed back home using the same boda guy for part of the way. (He gave me a good rate, saying I was now an old customer.)
I set off for the conference the next day feeling that everything was in order for the interview on Wednesday. I planned to catch a ride back to Kampala on Tues night and make sure everything was set for the next day.
Half way through the day on Monday, the guy from the nursing council calls me to make sure that I have everything ready to go and tells me that I also need to come with 20 US dollars for the interview fee.
**LONG SIGH**
I have $13 in my wallet left over from the US. I don't have $20. This means I have to leave the conference early on Tuesday to go to a Forex and get the money I need in US dollars.
I've had issues with my phone since I got here. Its one that I brought from the states, so it objects at times to doing anything in an expedient or convenient manner. In order to call anyone, I have to manually type in their phone numbers instead of pull them from the phone memory, and I can text the US, but for some reason my phone refuses to text locally. Add to this variable battery efficiency and highly questionable performance in all areas of general function. All evening at the conference I was unable to reach anyone in Kampala to tell them I was coming back early. So Tuesday morning, after a rather harrowing drive through the pouring rain, and a sprinkling wet boda ride, I found myself sitting outside the flat between the hours of 8-9 until I could raise someone from within from their slumber with my knocking. I tried calling, but my dependable blessed phone blacked out. I don't think I have ever been more tremendously cold in all my times in Africa as I was that morning. Even after snuggling under the covers with my housemate, my toes didn't thaw out until mid afternoon.
But there was no rest for the weary, as since I was there Aki dragged me off to help her babysit for a birthday party for her 1 year old nephew. Now personally I love kids so it really kills my soul when some of the kids in Africa get scared of me because I look funny to them. This is true for 1 of Aki's 3 neices/nephews. It just so happens that one is the 1 year old, so I was a bit apprehensive about meeting more kids of the same age that might have the same reaction to my presence. Luckily, all of the kids who came to spend the day at the house playing were older than him, so I was pretty much accepted.
Aki shares Janalee's idea that "sugar is good for kids". I saw soda, and a bouncy house and my heart dropped out of my chest with sheer panic! All in all though, I only made one kid cry so I'll consider the day a success in African babysitting.
That evening I was able to get the extra few dollars that I needed from a friend who came to the house and I was all set for the morning.
Wednesday morning dawned bright and early (and I mean early!). I had to be at the Nursing Council by 0800 hours, so I left my house around 0700 just to be on the safe side. Caught a boda to Wandegeya on the other side of town... and then I was lost. I had been to the nursing council once before, but where I thought it should be I wasn't seeing it. By the time we hit the second round-about that I didn't remember my boda guy had less and less confidence in me as well. He pulled over and waited for me to get my wits about me to remember which way to go.
Do you all know what flare pra'ers are? Cause I sent one of those up right then and there. Suddenly one of the roads looked familiar. We set off and less than a block down was the road that I needed. God is good!
Well after waiting for over 2 hours, they called me in to the interview.
Somehow they are confused about what I am going to do at the clinic since I am not a midwife, so they want to talk to Akiki before they agree to give me my license. We are supposed to go back this week together, so hopefully that goes well and I can give you a joyous report that I am finally a nurse in Uganda!
All in all, it has been an eventful week. Ridiculously exhausting. Fabulously worshipful. Incredibly comic. Rather long.
I am glad it's over, but very thankful for everything that God has brought me through. He continues to give me new strength every day, and to surround me with caring friends to encourage me.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Updates
I got to Google+ Chat with my family last weekend and that was a real treat even though it exhausted all the internet time that I was suppose to have for all month. It was fun to see everyone's faces, and of course play around with all the web-effects you can do with webcams. (We are all just big kids at heart)
It isn't very hot right now unless you are out between 12-3pm. Every couple of days it rains and makes things a bit humid, but unlike Kansas it doesn't stick around really, so that's nice.
Akiki had to come to Kampala for something this last week so I got to see and talk to her in person. For some reason its a bit harder for me to follow the accent when I am on the phone. I am much better at communicating in person. I guess I must be a lip reader or something. Anyway, it was good to see her. Julius is her manager for the clinic and he is going to try and help me with the visa so I can work there. I still have to get everything for my license squared away, and my interview is next Wed, so you could pray for that. Whichever way it works out I have confidence that God's will be glorified.
I am probably going to be part of the medical support team for an annual conference that the church in Bugolobi is putting on this next week. I'll leave from there to go to the interview, and then head back after that. The conference is like a miniature Faithwalkers from what I've heard in the past, so I'm interested in seeing what I think of it. :)
We have been eating a lot of fresh pineapple, which is simply amazing! Also, come to find out, they have really good carrots over here! (it must be something with the soil. who would have thought it?) We got lunch at a place in the mall one day that had a salad bar, and I really liked one of their salads so i've been making it a lot, and its a big hit with my housemates! Basically its just tomatoes, peppers and red onions with a little pepper and Italian seasoning. Super simple, almost like eating garden salsa, but its really good. Also, I got coffee yesterday from a place that roasts and brews their own local coffee. God really knew what He was doing, because African coffee has the exact taste that I really love in coffee. That couldn't just be coincidence, could it?
The other day they gave me some banana cake, and it tasted almost exactly like Mom's Famous Banana bread. It surprised me at first and then filled me with a teensy bit of homesickness.
Its been challenging and encouraging to share with my friends from the Bugos church. I don't know how many times now we've just been talking about something around the house and have to pull out our Bibles to argue our points from Scripture. It's pretty encouraging. They made me do a skit for church the other day about faithfulness in the workplace. I had to play the mean boss. Not my cup of tea, but I think we still pulled it off fairly well. The hard part is that when I am trying to portray emotion (and in front of people), I end up talking faster which makes me a lot harder to understand (having an American accent as I do...).
As far as what God's been teaching me, its been a bit all over the board... As you all well know, I am not good at dealing with disappointment, and so hitting constant setbacks on the road to trying to get things so I can work has been really hard. I know that the devil doesn't want me to have smooth sailing, but sometimes its easy to fall into the mindset that this is "just my luck", or something of that nature and forget that everything we do in following Christ is surrounded by a spiritual battle as well. I need to remember that more and trust God more that He causes all things to work together for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. Other than that, since I've had a lot of down time, I've been going through the end part of Ephesians and just started on Philippians. Ephesians 6:10-20 has been really good at sharpening my perspective for the above mentioned struggles. Its funny how God often has me read something that is exactly what I need for the day. But I'm sure He does that with all His children.
Blessings to everyone back in Kansas! Love you all!
It isn't very hot right now unless you are out between 12-3pm. Every couple of days it rains and makes things a bit humid, but unlike Kansas it doesn't stick around really, so that's nice.
Akiki had to come to Kampala for something this last week so I got to see and talk to her in person. For some reason its a bit harder for me to follow the accent when I am on the phone. I am much better at communicating in person. I guess I must be a lip reader or something. Anyway, it was good to see her. Julius is her manager for the clinic and he is going to try and help me with the visa so I can work there. I still have to get everything for my license squared away, and my interview is next Wed, so you could pray for that. Whichever way it works out I have confidence that God's will be glorified.
I am probably going to be part of the medical support team for an annual conference that the church in Bugolobi is putting on this next week. I'll leave from there to go to the interview, and then head back after that. The conference is like a miniature Faithwalkers from what I've heard in the past, so I'm interested in seeing what I think of it. :)
We have been eating a lot of fresh pineapple, which is simply amazing! Also, come to find out, they have really good carrots over here! (it must be something with the soil. who would have thought it?) We got lunch at a place in the mall one day that had a salad bar, and I really liked one of their salads so i've been making it a lot, and its a big hit with my housemates! Basically its just tomatoes, peppers and red onions with a little pepper and Italian seasoning. Super simple, almost like eating garden salsa, but its really good. Also, I got coffee yesterday from a place that roasts and brews their own local coffee. God really knew what He was doing, because African coffee has the exact taste that I really love in coffee. That couldn't just be coincidence, could it?
The other day they gave me some banana cake, and it tasted almost exactly like Mom's Famous Banana bread. It surprised me at first and then filled me with a teensy bit of homesickness.
Its been challenging and encouraging to share with my friends from the Bugos church. I don't know how many times now we've just been talking about something around the house and have to pull out our Bibles to argue our points from Scripture. It's pretty encouraging. They made me do a skit for church the other day about faithfulness in the workplace. I had to play the mean boss. Not my cup of tea, but I think we still pulled it off fairly well. The hard part is that when I am trying to portray emotion (and in front of people), I end up talking faster which makes me a lot harder to understand (having an American accent as I do...).
As far as what God's been teaching me, its been a bit all over the board... As you all well know, I am not good at dealing with disappointment, and so hitting constant setbacks on the road to trying to get things so I can work has been really hard. I know that the devil doesn't want me to have smooth sailing, but sometimes its easy to fall into the mindset that this is "just my luck", or something of that nature and forget that everything we do in following Christ is surrounded by a spiritual battle as well. I need to remember that more and trust God more that He causes all things to work together for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. Other than that, since I've had a lot of down time, I've been going through the end part of Ephesians and just started on Philippians. Ephesians 6:10-20 has been really good at sharpening my perspective for the above mentioned struggles. Its funny how God often has me read something that is exactly what I need for the day. But I'm sure He does that with all His children.
Blessings to everyone back in Kansas! Love you all!
Thursday, August 22, 2013
T.I.A. (This Is Africa)
Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing to do.
Pretty much always it is my least favorite thing to do.
God called me to Africa.
Africa is all about waiting.
God has a sense of humor.
So come to find out, in the process to get all my visa things sorted out and my status as a nurse in Uganda I am going to have to get really good at waiting. To start out with, I can't apply for my work permit visa until I have my nursing license issued in Uganda. The good news is that they have put me on the list for a 3 year permanent nurses license instead of just a temporary one. Bad news is I missed the deadline for nursing candidate interviews for August, as I was flying in to Entebbe the day that I would have had to have been in interviews. So the next day that I can go sit for the interviews is Sept 4. This gives me a fair amount of time that I can't legally work in Uganda, nor do I have any gainful employment. Even after the interview, I am going to have to work in a government hospital for 6 weeks as an "orientation" period (presumably non-paid). In that case there are a couple of different options for me. I can go live with Akiki in Kibiito and commute to Fort Portal to the hospital there for my 6 weeks, or I can stay in Kampala and work in one of the hospitals here. Even though I love living with the girls here, I am anxious to be going upcountry and getting settled in, so I'll probably end up doing just that.
Needless to say I really wasn't planning on this drawn out of a process before getting to work. I mean, I am kinda prepared for anything that I go to try and do in Africa to not exactly work out the way I intended, and I am used to meeting a fair amount of red tape in getting anything done here, but still...
Anyway, the good news is that in the meantime I have some really great friends to stay with and I have been trying to be helpful around the house and with errands to make myself useful. Aki work with event planning, so I've been assisting her a little with making decorations for a kwanjula (engagement/introduction ceremony) that's coming up this weekend. I'll probably end up helping her out with that a bit.
Other than that I've been hanging out with friends at home and church, traipsing across Kampala, cooking over charcoal stoves, taking cold showers, listening and dancing to African rhythms, and generally enjoying being back in one of my favorite places on earth!
In more fun news, I love how nothing changes even though you are on the other side of the globe. For example, on girls night we still laughed, talked, showed off dance moves, and watched Pitch Perfect. Last night we had a pillow fight which I'm not sure I got the better end of (I never seem to). I still love cooking, even if its food from a crazy looking outdoor market, prepared over a charcoal stove, and I have to sort the stones out of the rice before I cook it. I still get asked to answer all the medical questions. Everyone still loves FroYo. I still hate laundry and dishes. People still say crazy tweetable things. And last, but definitely not least, God is still moving and working and good... all the time!
Pretty much always it is my least favorite thing to do.
God called me to Africa.
Africa is all about waiting.
God has a sense of humor.
So come to find out, in the process to get all my visa things sorted out and my status as a nurse in Uganda I am going to have to get really good at waiting. To start out with, I can't apply for my work permit visa until I have my nursing license issued in Uganda. The good news is that they have put me on the list for a 3 year permanent nurses license instead of just a temporary one. Bad news is I missed the deadline for nursing candidate interviews for August, as I was flying in to Entebbe the day that I would have had to have been in interviews. So the next day that I can go sit for the interviews is Sept 4. This gives me a fair amount of time that I can't legally work in Uganda, nor do I have any gainful employment. Even after the interview, I am going to have to work in a government hospital for 6 weeks as an "orientation" period (presumably non-paid). In that case there are a couple of different options for me. I can go live with Akiki in Kibiito and commute to Fort Portal to the hospital there for my 6 weeks, or I can stay in Kampala and work in one of the hospitals here. Even though I love living with the girls here, I am anxious to be going upcountry and getting settled in, so I'll probably end up doing just that.
Needless to say I really wasn't planning on this drawn out of a process before getting to work. I mean, I am kinda prepared for anything that I go to try and do in Africa to not exactly work out the way I intended, and I am used to meeting a fair amount of red tape in getting anything done here, but still...
Anyway, the good news is that in the meantime I have some really great friends to stay with and I have been trying to be helpful around the house and with errands to make myself useful. Aki work with event planning, so I've been assisting her a little with making decorations for a kwanjula (engagement/introduction ceremony) that's coming up this weekend. I'll probably end up helping her out with that a bit.
Other than that I've been hanging out with friends at home and church, traipsing across Kampala, cooking over charcoal stoves, taking cold showers, listening and dancing to African rhythms, and generally enjoying being back in one of my favorite places on earth!
In more fun news, I love how nothing changes even though you are on the other side of the globe. For example, on girls night we still laughed, talked, showed off dance moves, and watched Pitch Perfect. Last night we had a pillow fight which I'm not sure I got the better end of (I never seem to). I still love cooking, even if its food from a crazy looking outdoor market, prepared over a charcoal stove, and I have to sort the stones out of the rice before I cook it. I still get asked to answer all the medical questions. Everyone still loves FroYo. I still hate laundry and dishes. People still say crazy tweetable things. And last, but definitely not least, God is still moving and working and good... all the time!
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Firsts
Got my first mosquito bite last night. The girls made fun of me because I told them that I rarely get bitten, which is true. Hopefully it wasn't an Anopheles mosquito!
Made supper for the first time. John would be proud; I made chicken salad sandwiches. I had to boil a whole chicken and then cut it up. This proved to be a little messy, especially cooking over the charcoal stove on the balcony. It turned out fine though, just a little less of a meal than most Ugandans are used to.
This morning I washed dishes for the first time. I should have done it last night, but what else is new.
Took a very cold shower since power was out (no way to heat the hot water. trust me, I am not firing up the charcoal stove just for a shower!) Nothing quite gets your blood pumping early in the morning than cold water coursing over your body.
I cried for the first time. I found a note stuffed in my suitcase from my 4 youngest siblings. It was so sweet and of course I just flashed back to their faces at the airport and missed them.
Rode sidesaddle on a boda for the first time. That did NOT go well. There were multiple instances where I thought I would bite the ground. I did manage to stay on, but I think next time I'll take the bus instead if I'm wearing a dress.
I've learnt a new word in Luganda: Ndeka. It essentially means: leave me alone. I asked how to say it so I could say that to people who like to pester mzungus... but actually I think I have used it more on my friends who like to tease me a lot! Needless to say we have fun!
Made supper for the first time. John would be proud; I made chicken salad sandwiches. I had to boil a whole chicken and then cut it up. This proved to be a little messy, especially cooking over the charcoal stove on the balcony. It turned out fine though, just a little less of a meal than most Ugandans are used to.
This morning I washed dishes for the first time. I should have done it last night, but what else is new.
Took a very cold shower since power was out (no way to heat the hot water. trust me, I am not firing up the charcoal stove just for a shower!) Nothing quite gets your blood pumping early in the morning than cold water coursing over your body.
I cried for the first time. I found a note stuffed in my suitcase from my 4 youngest siblings. It was so sweet and of course I just flashed back to their faces at the airport and missed them.
Rode sidesaddle on a boda for the first time. That did NOT go well. There were multiple instances where I thought I would bite the ground. I did manage to stay on, but I think next time I'll take the bus instead if I'm wearing a dress.
I've learnt a new word in Luganda: Ndeka. It essentially means: leave me alone. I asked how to say it so I could say that to people who like to pester mzungus... but actually I think I have used it more on my friends who like to tease me a lot! Needless to say we have fun!
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Snapshots of Kampala Life
Just a few snapshots of #lifeinthe256
(256 is the country code for Uganda)
View out the kitchen window from Aki's flat.
I'm told that Kampala was built on and around 7 hills and its kind of cool to see the hills rising in the distance be-speckled as they are with houses and buildings.
Laundry... very colorful laundry.
My view from the balcony at the front of Aki's flat.
Culture shock... Club Obama... SMH
Somehow this reminds me of the guys' apartment #ClubThunder
The soda truck making its deliveries.
Also in the background you can see the local men's club having their daily meeting.
Sorry, I can't figure out how to rotate this pic, but this was on my walk yesterday... just palm trees along the road.
Yellow jerry-cans. A staple of everyday life in Africa for porting water.
The sky looks a lot like Kansas sometimes.
I love the view from the top of the hill on my walk.
The colorful life of the city.
And last, but definitely not least, life in Kampala can not be complete without daily time with God.
Actually life anywhere cannot.
I am blessed to be here and I pray that God may use my life here for His good purpose.
In Uganda...
So obviously I made it to Uganda the earlier part of this week. I am staying with a friend of mine and recovering from 2 very sleepless days aboard planes and attempting to deal with my jetlag and rather upset stomach since arriving.
So far its been a little different than I had planned. First, I am not staying a Kia's place this time, but with another friend, Aki. (I know, I know... their names are very similar. In fact they have teased that they will have kids named Kai and Ika.) I am very thankful for her hospitality while I'm in K'la. She lives not far from Mutungu where I thought I was going to stay, (actually I walked all the way to Kia's house the other day, and besides the problem of hills, it was not too far). However, she lives in an apartment complex which is 4 stories above a night club. So nights here have been a little noisy to say the least! Its like living over Aggieville times five. Also, its not far from a main road, so we hear trucks and bodas 24/7. Needless to say I am extremely thankful for the headphones Mo gave me for Christmas as they are amazing at cancelling the noise and I can just fall asleep to ma' Jesus music instead. :)
Kampala hasn't changed much. They are putting in a mall in Bugolobi and there are subtle changes here and there, but for the most part its still the dusty bustling big city that it always has been.
I have been looking into more things for acquiring my long term working permit visa and was a little concerned with the way the process will work and the time frame. But I firmly believe that God will work all things together for good as I love Him and believe this calling is from Him. If you get a moment to say a prayer for the process though, it would be appreciated. I will begin with my applications on Monday hopefully. Currently I have a one month provisional visa for me to get everything sorted with the visa.
There is so much to get done before I can get truly settled, but I am looking forward to how God may orchestrate it all.
So far its been a little different than I had planned. First, I am not staying a Kia's place this time, but with another friend, Aki. (I know, I know... their names are very similar. In fact they have teased that they will have kids named Kai and Ika.) I am very thankful for her hospitality while I'm in K'la. She lives not far from Mutungu where I thought I was going to stay, (actually I walked all the way to Kia's house the other day, and besides the problem of hills, it was not too far). However, she lives in an apartment complex which is 4 stories above a night club. So nights here have been a little noisy to say the least! Its like living over Aggieville times five. Also, its not far from a main road, so we hear trucks and bodas 24/7. Needless to say I am extremely thankful for the headphones Mo gave me for Christmas as they are amazing at cancelling the noise and I can just fall asleep to ma' Jesus music instead. :)
Kampala hasn't changed much. They are putting in a mall in Bugolobi and there are subtle changes here and there, but for the most part its still the dusty bustling big city that it always has been.
I have been looking into more things for acquiring my long term working permit visa and was a little concerned with the way the process will work and the time frame. But I firmly believe that God will work all things together for good as I love Him and believe this calling is from Him. If you get a moment to say a prayer for the process though, it would be appreciated. I will begin with my applications on Monday hopefully. Currently I have a one month provisional visa for me to get everything sorted with the visa.
There is so much to get done before I can get truly settled, but I am looking forward to how God may orchestrate it all.
Friday, July 19, 2013
Little Boys
Little boys will be the ruination of me. I'm sorry, but they are just so darn adorable!
The really bad part is that I am equal parts fond of truck motor noises, playing catch, making faces, tickle wars, and snuggle time. My nephew and my 2 clients are keeping my levels of all categories substantially high at the moment. Nevermind the fact that they are all 3 limited in their areas of communication. We get along just fine, as I can tell from the huge smiles that light up their faces when I see them.
Today my little Down's syndrome patient cuddled with me for an hour after waking up in the morning, gave me hugs and kisses voluntarily, and then fell asleep on my lap for his afternoon nap. I had to try really hard not to let myself think about this fact for fear that I would cry. This is my last week working with him.
Then there is my other patient. He is equally as sweet in his own way, He has health issues that make it hard for me to hold him, but he loves to make faces with me (we get pretty extreme) and beatbox back and forth. His laugh is amazing when it finally spills out!
Last, but definitely first in my heart, is my very own nephew. Seeing him over the last couple of weekends has reminded me afresh of how much I love that little fellow. Its also rather soberly reminded me of how much of his growth I am going to miss over the next year. I should just tell you right now that I am obviously his favorite Auntie. His face lights up with the biggest smile when he spots me and his little finger goes straight out like a hunting dog as he excitedly tells whomever he is with that he has spotted me!
In all fairness he probably does this with the rest of my siblings as well, but I will maintain to my grave that he and I have a special connection. (This, if it exists, is probably owning in large part to the fact that I look the most like his mom of all my siblings and of no credit to any of my own character.)
He's so fun to run around with and get in tickle wars with. He likes to tell me animal noises, and rarely do I get to go to his house where he doesn't pull me off to his room to show me his toy collection. He already has started to show what a smart kid he is and I have very high hopes for him in the future! He also used to let me read to him and snuggle before bed (we haven't done it in a while).
I'm not going to lie, those tuckered out little faces cradled in my arms just do something funny to my heart. Its pretty easy to fall in love with these adorable little boys. I'm going to miss them when I leave for Africa, and they will certainly all be in my prayers.
So what do you think God? Gonna give me little boys?
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