|Silly sophomores having a bake sale.|
In Haiti I read instead of watch tv.
In Haiti I eat no candy.
In Haiti I walk instead of drive.
We either cook at home or walk over to a friend's house most meals.
I probably make or receive less than 5 phone calls a week- with only one or two exceptions, I see all my friends every day at school.
My commute is approximately 35 steps long.
Haiti is always warm and sunny,
except when there is a lush tropical rainstorm for an hour or two.
In Haiti I drink tea every morning.
In Haiti I start my mornings with God, actually, really, finally
after checking the "I don't, but I want to" box after the question "Do you have a daily time with God?" on my Disciple Now forms every year for my whole life.
In Haiti my hair goes au naturale. I don't even own a blow dryer.
In Haiti I love my job.
And 100 crazywonderful teenagers that I teach every day.
In Haiti is the home where Ben and I have shared the majority of our marriage.
(Can you believe it?!)
We go back to Haiti early tomorrow morning.
The "leaving rituals" have begun: lunch at Chik-fil-A, Tex-Mex for dinner, tucking my engagement ring back into the safe, giving ourselves hernias while attempting to weigh our luggage on a bathroom scale. For the first time in two years, I would say we succeeded at having a restful break in Texas.
I'm antsy to fly to Haiti tomorrow.
There is a lot of crazy and wonderful there.
2012, here we go!