When I was preparing for this move to Tanzania I was so eager with expectation. I thought I knew what I was getting in to. I thought had set expectations of my role and responsibility at the orphanage. I expected to be able to not have favorites. I expected to be able to hold back a little bit of my heart.
But all of that changed. The longer and longer I’ve been here the more and more I’ve fallen in love.
The more and more my expectations have been shattered and replaced with undefinable love.
In the midst of the chaos, the crying, the tantrums, my heart is so full. Hearing these little ones shout my name. Running up to me and hugging my knees. Crawling and scooting over to greet me. Grinning ear to ear.
There are days when I feel my heart might just burst.