Under my skin

It has been 16 months and 1 week since I last stepped foot on Haitian soil.

It has been 16 months and 1 week since I last held those precious babies that captured my heart so deeply.

It has been 16 months and 1 week since I have been home.

That is 53 weeks of growth for those babies, they are now walking, talking, playing- functioning toddlers who have no memory of our weeks spent on that balcony.

That is 371 nights where someone else kissed them goodnight and laid them in their bed.

That is also 371 days that they have been in my thoughts and my prayers.

I miss them, I miss Haiti and I am actively looking for an opportunity to go back.

Haiti has gotten under my skin, and it now makes up a huge part of who I am, where my heart is…