Kicking soccer balls.
Blowing up balloons.
Spreading refried beans on corn tostados.
Kissing children on the cheeks.
Hugging children in my arms.
Filling cups with oatmeal.
Hearing children's laughter.
Seeing children smile.
Crying when it is time to say goodbye and move to the next site.
Mulitply this by a thousand, and this has been my week in Guatemala.
I am so blessed to have had this experience, and I have grown.
My world is bigger.
My heart has grown.
And my love is never-ending.