There have been days when I was tempted to look at booking an earlier plane ticket home. And there have been days when I thought I could live here forever.
And then there was last night at dinner, where I bit back tears just sitting there and watching the kids at my table talk.
I’m almost down to two weeks left here. I know I’ll be ready to head home to all that awaits me, but I know I’m going to miss it here, too.
Sounds I’m going to miss:
+ Chayn Hwei playing classical piano songs
+ Smacking lips sucking on a pacifer
+ Smacking lips sucking on thumbs, index fingers, and pinkies
+ Lullabies at night with Abbey when we can’t sleep
+ Worship CDs during playtime with the babies
+ Ing Zhou’s laugh
+ Jenna’s “no” and “I don’t know”
+ Rain pouring down on the pavement outside
+ Mopeds zooming up the driveway of the Home
+ Gwo Hwei’s “yo yo yo”
+ All of the babies’ giggles
+ The kids’ voices loudly singing hymns in Chinese