kwaheri

Saying goodbye to these boys is never easy. 

They are the owners of my hearts. 

One is hurt I am hurt. 

Like the momma bird syndrome. 

There are no words for how much I love them. 

I can call them all by name and most of them I can call them by both of their names. 

I know their cries and the songs of their hearts. 

To say the least... saying goodbye was still hard the second time. 

No, it was not easier. 

I knew what to expect but my heart still ached. 

I love Kenya. 

I love these boys. 

I will see them again and most likely have to say goodbye again. 

I hope it is awful saying goodbye in the future because that is when you know that you have spent your time well and given them all of your heart.