These past few months have been hard. I would not be being honest if I said otherwise. In fact there have been days where if they were rough that would have been an improvement. Most of these difficult times have been due to the seperation of myself from Chad, Sadie, and Nolen. I can handle the mosquitoes, sunburn, no electricity, rice and beans for days to eat, and the boredom but the loneliness is the hardest to bear. Whoever created the saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder" did not experience this. They did not miss tucking their children into bed at night, reading them bedtime stories, kissing their injuries; they did not miss Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Birthdays, Russian Christmas, and everything else in between.
But my hope has returned and it has a date. On next Wednesday, in one week, I will tuck four kids into bed, I will kiss four foreheads, I will wash the African red dirt off of eight little feet, we will be a family again. On Monday Feb. 27 Chad, Sadie, and Nolen will be once again crossing the Atlantic on their way to Uganda. And for this I am one excited Momma. They will arrive here in the early hours of Wednesday morning and I will up waiting.