This was truly one of the longest days of my life. Literally.
All 48 hours of it.
Yep, that’s right. I got to experience an extra-long day thanks to the glory of air travel across multiple time zones.
And although I left a large chunk of my heart in Africa with those precious children, I have to admit that the very best part of coming home was seeing this:
Accompanied by these wonderful faces:
And getting to sleep next to my husband that night, in a large comfy bed with no mosquito netting. Yeah, that pretty much rocked. If I’d not been so sleep deprived, I might actually have been aware of how awesome that was.
If home is where the heart is, it’s definitely good to be home.