For the last 30 days in our apartment I made it a goal to watch the sunrise every morning. I've had to say "goodbye" to our apartment before and I knew I wouldn't regret taking advantage of the beach, plus Gwen was waking up at 5:30am.
I'd think about how happy we were just hanging out together, even if it lasted only 11 minutes (blow out). On our walks home I'd think about how Gwen will never remember our time in Kenya. How I'll never live this close to the beach. How Gwen will soon be too big to fall asleep on my shoulder. How our lives will be dramatically changing. Having a baby basically puts a timestamp on everything and watching her grow before my eyes has pushed me to appreciate living in the now. Our time in Kenya is coming to an end and soon we will be off on another adventure that will also have an end date. Normally these transitional times are hard for me, all I want to do is plan and get ready for our departure; but saying goodbye last September taught me everything I am looking forward to will come to pass. I just need to be patient and content. I am excited for our last few weeks in Kenya and hope Gwen continues to enjoy and get all tuckered out on the little adventures we go on. Even if she’ll never remember them.
|And she's out|