the sweetest of loves

Three days back on US soil and my jet lag game is strong. 

I feel like I have all these feelings and thoughts to communicate but it's all been coming out in tears. (Thanks to all my friends that have let me meltdown on them this weekend.) So here's a piece of my heart. 

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Scrolling through my photos from the Philippines trip, I keep stopping at this one. That shade of green will probably always remind me of Navotas. 

Tricia is a piece of the Navotas community that I am missing so much. On my first trip to Navotas, she came and found me in a crowd of Filipinos and wanted me to hold her, without ever having met me before or knowing me. She's let me hold her ever since. I'm not a mother so I don't know the feeling of a child wanting me like a mother, but I imagine this to be close to that. 

 

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She does little things that make me feel. She will always lay her head on my shoulder and every once in a while, look up and in my eyes, touch my face, make sure it's still me, and then lay her head back down.  

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She doesn't like the camera so it's been hard to get good pictures of her, but that's ok.  

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The morning that we said goodbye to the Navotas church, I turn around and see someone else holding her. I can't lie, it hurt a little bit. She let me hug her right before I got in the van to leave. The sweetest of hugs.  

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I hope I can hold you again someday.  

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