Well, yes, the skies are like that in Nairobi too. The difference being: when you are looking at the sky in New Mexico in December you are bundled from nose to toes and still shivering. Or at least you are when you've gotten used to thinking that 60 degrees F is cold.
Highlights of the trip (excluding the food factor, because those are too many to list) include:
- Seeing my mom direct the children's choir at church with my daughter timidly singing in it
- Working at home, and overhearing:
- My daughter: Grandpa, would you like me to do your hair first or buff your nails?
- My father: Let's to my nails first, I haven't had them buffed in much too long.
- Watching my daughter play in the snow with her friends, her dad, and my dad (I enjoyed this much more than when I played in the snow with her myself)
- Having my daughter and her two visiting friends, whom were a highlight all on their own, tromp inside with red noses and bright eyes, gushing about the fort they made out where I used to play
- Going out to a new movie, at night, with my husband, while grandparents babysat
- Visiting with "my people" - friends whom I have known for way, way longer than 18 months, by this time we have affirmed that we can pick right back up from when we last met
- Visiting with my aunt, whom I haven't seen except on Skype in a few years, and now that she is, ah, up there in age, seeing how much her spirit and manner remind me of my grandmother
Then, there was the coming home to Kenya. What really blew me away was that I really felt I was coming home after a month way. This thought is quickly followed by, "Oh crap! We're moving in 6 months!"
C'est la vive.
