"I think I've got bites from fleas..." - Taylor
"You've been playing with Benji too much, haven't you? 'Cuz you let him in here earlier!" - Deb
"Yeah, but not on my bed!!" - Taylor
Slept until 9:30! Did whatever/chilled & played with babies & Tahabng here at the shelter for a bit.
Most precious boy ever.
I've said it before, but he and his family inspires me
:)
After a while Deb, Janelle, Kristy, and I ventured to Freedom Park for the last time today. Janelle & Deb talked to Kate for a few minutes while Kristy & I went to the Creche (daycare) and retrieved our boys (after both being attacked by mobs of children upon entering and she was even brought down and hit the floor). We got to hang out with our boys respectively for about 15 minutes in front of the Creche. Those 15 minutes felt like some of the hardest ever... I've only known "Puma-short stack-monkey-child" for almost a week and a half since he was my FP baby-buddy, I put a lot of time and energy into him - especially - so saying goodbye was very hard to do. Anything I'd say in English or in African (of the random phrases we learned) he'd repeat back almost exactly, but slightly quieter. "I love you" became a quieter "I'ove yow" & "lerato wena" transformed into "-orato wena" from the mouth of a 5-7 yr old boy. "Bye-bye" sounded the same... He wiped tears off my face after seeing them drop out of my eyes and would laugh when they landed on his face.
This is the picture that Kristy's little buddy - Thempi - shot of me and "Puma" on her iphone while we were all saying our goodbyes.
I. LOVE. this. picture!!
The WHOLE Phokeng gang (including Peter Pan - top left) and our team on our last day with them. It was really tough to say goodbye out here too because this is the place we'd hit most afternoons during the second week and most of the time just had fun and laughed with everyone after a long morning of work for the team in FP.
It may just be emotions but I think out of the whole team, I'm the only one not wanting to go back home [not just 'cuz I'm(/we're all) dreading the huge flights back], either. I miss how my house smells sometimes, and I miss about 8 people a LOT. So if I don't go home it'd work out then I could visit for an extended period of time next year -- like fly home with next year's RRC team! Oh, wait... school. Right. Suckface. I would rather never have the luxuries I've grown up knowing and utilizing (besides maybe my car and make up/internet) than go back.
Some kids back in the States have the cute/sweet/heart-breaking/innocent/adorable voice that makes my heart smile, but I've found it more here & there are amazing accents here AND a population of absolutely beautiful people... just sayin'.
[Random tangent off the "kid" thing:]
*I have to mean it when I pray for God to bring me back here, hopefully for good & to supply a wonderful man to meet here/in missions somewhere or to do the move with.*
Clicks in the team on this trip have definitely started to turn me off to Red Rocks Church... which is the saddest thing ever. ---- It isn't like I'm on bad terms with anyone specifically either, we just didn't bond like I was hoping for...
