Here.
At last.
My journey to Africa began before I even knew it... the first moment my Mom set her feet down on African soil. I didn't know it then, but she was already figuring out how she could share this place with me. She ached to share the experience in a way larger than a scrapbook, or even a detailed re-telling.
Just short of a year ago, her inkling became a whisper, and we dared to dream that a trip might be sooner than later. All those months have now passed and another part of a dream, her dream, has been realized.
Walking down the steps of the plane... we both took in a deep breath, and inhaled the smoky air. The smokiness that she had told me about, and I was waiting for.
Africa.
At last...
5 comments :
Keep dreaming, Mom! :)
Oh, Dawn, I know you are so grateful. What a wonderful thing for her to be able to give. . . and for you to be able to receive.
My friends are from Africa..they have wonderful stories...
sandy toe
Thanks for remembering details to share with us...since we went vicariously with you...
Welcome home!! I caught up on your blog in a most unusual way. I somehow started printing and ended up with 23 pages of your blog posts. Well, no comments since I was off line, but sooooo cool. Your trip was such a wonderful blessing from your mama. Wish I could do something like that for my sweet daughter and sil. Maybe someday.
At last...priceless, incredible, life changing.
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