Generous family members who visited and gave. And gave again. I am thankful. I am tired. I am unworthy.
Tomorrow I meet with parents of my little kiddos, to tell them happy things about progress and newly-made friends. Letters, numbers, colors, shapes. Like 3 hours of candy.
And in the middle of it all I think of my own children. How does God do that? Dripping down into the cracks of an insane day are thoughts of brown eyes, crutches, red hair and Africa. When I think I can't stuff one more thing into my head He allows feelings to seep into my heart instead.