12 days

It seems like every song I listen to these days makes me think of home. I tend to cry more often than I should. And even though I’m sure I am counting the days accurately, the number seems to be growing.

I can’t wait for my Mom to get here. This is my world. My own little Gringa, Benemérito experience. And some one else will get to see it. Even though the experience is all my own. It always will be. It will be remembered in Blog posts, photographs, numerous emails home, journal entries, supportive notes from friends, my Spanish scriptures, class notebooks, and a terrible Mexican accent.

I have gained an even greater appreciation recently of how much I love life.