Into Africa

"If I knew a song of Africa, of the giraffe and he African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? " ~out of africa

Today my favorite husband woke me up at 5 am to wisk him off to the airport. Upon the arival of my brother at the ungodly hour of 5:30, off we went to LAX. It was then that the brothers realized that they were matching: Jeans, Crocs (yes i know) and Captain America T-Shirts. Oh, my.

It was not long ago that I was headed on the same trip that my husband, brother, 2 brother in laws and father are heading on. I learned many things while I was in Africa, but more than anything it was a reminder of the love I have for the people, smells and sounds of Africa. I am praying, and asking you to pray, that my husband loves it as much as I did!