Saturday, November 25, 2006
48 hours in transit and we are still a little drowsy two nights after arrival. The pain of Africa is still immediate and raw but we are surrounded by the coziness of home at Mom and Dad's. I am overwhelmed in a different way tonight. I am overwhelmed by the pleasure of being near my children. Trevor is playing old Bob Dylan songs on his pretty Martin with the shoe string for a strap. His voice is soothing. Jesse is accompanying him on his tongue drum tuned to G. His funky playing makes me smile. Life tastes sweet and I am sleepy. Goodnight!