Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Today..

Today, I miss Africa.
I miss Sanyu.
The babies.
I just want to hug and kiss and love on them all. Whether or not they are to be mine. Whisper in their ears that they are loved. And beautiful. So very beautiful. 


I want to be walking the dusty streets of Kampala with Em by my side. Certain they think we're locals.
I want to be in Ssenge.
Watching the boys play football in the yard.
Helping plant hundreds and hundreds of little trees. 
Hot. Tired. Thirsty.
But happy...
...so so very happy.

{{It's the little things.}} 

I want to ride a boda boda again. Hair in the wind. Drinking in the sights.

I want to be in a country I love. A country that has affected me. That is in my blood.

I want to hug Abbey and Jess and tell them how much I look up to them for what they are doing.
Because really, they are amazing. And they are changing the world.

I want to take pictures that show the beauty that is Uganda. The pearl of Africa.
I want to go to the Nile. and take even more pictures. Document it all. 
I want to be immersed in the country that is my baby's homeland.
I want to discover as much as I can about my baby's heritage and the history of Uganda.

I want to sit in the dusk of the evening and listen to the boys band play their trumpets.
Amazed at their smiles. Their life. Their happiness.
I want to truly find an appreciation for matoke. And how to make it for my little one.
I want to sleep under a mosquito net at night... 
...and listen to the gonging of the bells in the early morning

My heart is not here today. It is there. 
I am hopeful.
Patient.
Waiting...

2 comments:

Pamela Early Settoon said...

wow, i recently found your blog from following your mom's. i think it is really neat that you write letters to your son/daughter. i have never heard or thought of that until my best friend got pregnant a year ago and began writing letters to her child. i think it is the neatest thing. your child will be blessed one day to read them as an adult. praying for your baby to come home.

Ellie said...

You paint a picture with your words. I can smell and feel Uganda, You make me want to go there, to experience what you've experienced. I cannot wait to see the photos you will take. . . . and the baby that is yours.

waiting with you.

hugs :) ellie