Blowing bubbles.
Reading stories.
Beading bracelets.
Kicking soccer balls.
Blowing up balloons.
Twisting pipecleaners.
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.
Paz.
2 comments:
Welcome back. And I can see you had a very enriching trip to Gautamala.
Sounds like you had a great trip. I, too had a bucket list, many similar to yours, some done, some undone and then your #33 came into my life and then happened three more times, with another arriving in November. Can't find the bucket list, it's probably lost in a Cat in the Hat book. Funny how those precious little babies change everything!
Good luck with yours!
Cathy
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