Not a day goes by that I don't think about the sea of white, perfect smiles gleaming back at me.
I miss their sweet hugs and the way they would brush the dust off of my clothes.
I miss the way they would call me "Hannah Montana" with their song-like accents.
I miss seeing the contrast of cocoa and cream when they would hold my hands.
I miss my team. I miss the friends I had to leave behind.
After 6 months, it doesn't feel like it really happened anymore.
The time I spent in Botswana feels like a far distant memory now.
But, if I close my eyes and think really hard, I can feel the sun beating down on me.
I can see the red dirt and the radiant blue sky.
I can hear the chatter of the little ones echoing all around me.
The more time I spend away, the more I long to return.
All I can do is hope that God will allow me to go back someday. Someday.
