so tonight i tucked you into bed with all of your blankets and stuffed animals and kissed your sweet faces. and as i listened to you say your prayers i started to miss you. i will miss the way you make me laugh dancing around the house. i will miss the way you ask if you can help when you know i really need it. i will miss when you ask me who i love the most. i will miss you when you throw your rice krispies all over the floor. i will miss you when you ask me to be the judge of the bike race on the front sidewalk. i will miss hearing your highs and lows of the day.
but know this. while i am in a whole new country you will be okay. you and i will be praying at night to the same Jesus. and when you lay your head down i will know that He is kissing your sweet faces.
i love you. all the way from africa.