A special post by the love of my life, my super hot hubby, Leif (pronounced lay-f).
Passing through the slum, our van paused in front of a gray metal gate. Voices were already singing on the other side. We pulled into the courtyard of the church that hosted Compassion’s Child Survival Program.
Two lines of women danced and sang to greet us. Children peeked from around their skirts, staring at us “mzungu” – Swahili for white people.
As I stepped out of the van a little boy, dressed all in red, came out from behind his mother, walked straight up to me, and raised his arms in the universal sign for “pick me up”.
My heart melted as I looked at this handsome child who wasn’t afraid to interact with someone so completely different when all of the other children stayed with their mothers. Continue Reading…
