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To say goodbye

With being adventurous comes one thing that I hate the most...goodbyes. Think about it? Before you leave on your adventure you say goodbye to the people you see every single day, who know you, who love you, and whom you love back tremendously. Then you go off, the wild heart you are, enjoying every moment God gives you, and then BAM, another goodbye. You say goodbye to the new experiences, new precious faces, and new loves. It is beyond heartbreaking. My trip to Haiti tore me apart. I don't know what this trip will do to me, but I know Jesus will put me together again.

Today however, was really hard. To say goodbye to the little kids you take care of every single day...phew. My awesome co-worker whom I consider one of my dearest friends now, decorated our classroom for me. She got the kids all excited and when I walked in this morning they all yelled "happy birthday miss Talia"-not knowing that it was a going away party, they smiled and hugged me. It was perfect. In the eyes of a toddler, decorations plus cupcakes means a birthday party =) As I hugged and kissed each one of them, my heart literally began to break a little. Especially as I had to say goodbye to my special one little man. He hugged me tighter than usual, and so the emotions began.

As I walked around all the other classrooms, saying goodbye to my dear co-workers, I couldn't help but thank God for all those ladies. Each and everyone is so special and unique in their own beautiful way, and I thank God for them! Saying goodbye to the rest of the kids in all the other different classrooms was difficult as well. One of the older girls made me a friendship bracelet to add on to my collection, as I walked in the room to say bye to her she looked at my wrist with a smile ear to ear and said "oh you're wearing my bracelet!!" ahhh just love it. Each child is beautiful, created for His glory...oh and I get to see them everyday, what a tremendous blessing!

"We'll miss you Miss Talia" *blowing kisses*
"No, don't go" *hangs on to me as tight as possible*
"We'll see you soon" *waves goodbye"
"Love you Miss Talia" *a whisper in my ear*

To say goodbye is hard...

I leave tomorrow, goodbyes aren't done yet...don't know what it will do to me to say goodbye to my dear family. I'll save that for my next blog post though.

<3 blessings your way


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