One day, I'm going miss all these kids. I'll miss waking up first thing on the weekend to hear kids calling through the gate to come play. I'll miss 30 kids running through our gate and the constant noise of laughing and playing everywhere. Kids here have been great friends to our kids, lifted my spirits on many low days, and broke me of my need for my time and days to go the way I choose. And they're always the first to come out and welcome us to a village. We are blessed, blessed, blessed.
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