It feels like just yesterday I was packing my suitcase.
Planning for the trip.
Getting excited for it to begin.
But now the trip has come and gone.
It feels like I just blinked and it was over.
How I wish I was still there.
I miss it.
I miss Uganda.
I miss my babies.
I miss the smells.
I miss waking up and knowing I'm in Uganda.
I'm happy to be home.
But I feel as if I left a big piece of me behind.
I feel like I am having trouble adjusting this time.
Being in My Uganda just feels so right.
I feel as if I left my heart behind.
When I wake up here at home the first thing I think of is my babies faces.
They flash through my mind.
It's hard knowing today I can't wipe away their tears.
Today I can't love on them and give them kisses.
I just have to pray.
Pray and pray that God will bring them families.
Pray that today a volunteer will be there to wipe away the tears.