Monday, June 9, 2014

Hayati

I have written this post many different times. Here and here and here

But I am feeling extremely nostalgic today and so I write again. And that is a fancier word so I looked it up.


nostalgia (n): pleasure and sadness that is caused by remembering something from the past and wishing that you could experience it again.




I feel like my baby is being raised a world away from me and that I am not living up to my responsibilities the way that she deserves. I should be there. Making sure she brushes her teeth and teaching her how to fold fitted sheets and painting her toe nails hot pink. I wish I was watching her kart wheel and learn how to read and winning spelling bees in school. I am missing her quarterly marks in school, I am missing her grow a foot taller every year, I am missing her hugs. I should be there but I am here.






She is eight years old. I should be making her bed and tucking her into it. I should be scolding her for teasing her little brother. I should be teaching her how to add sugar to her tea to make it sweeter. We would be together, teaching each other the important lessons in life-- like how to be a kind person and how to wear red lipstick.


Because this lil mama deserves way more than any muzungu on a 90-day Visa can offer. 





She deserves way more than a good education and a new house. She deserves consistent and constant and persistent unwavering, unfailing and unconditional love. 


She deserves to have that along with a crazy muzungu lady who takes way too many pictures because they are so in love with her face.










I cannot tell you with words how deeply in love I am with that little girl. There is not a more beautifully created little person anywhere in the world. She is captivating.













It still baffles me that someone this special exists in the world and that by pure luck I was able to find her. And even lucky enough for her to love me back a little bit.




I ache with nostalgia when I look at these pictures.
I could not have a written a more perfect love story for my life.





How do you love your baby from so far away?


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