Friday Mornings

Every Friday morning Andrew and I get up, grab a Monster to wake us up, and drive over to the Crisis Center. We volunteer for 2 hours and then turn around and come home. We started doing it for our service hours in American Heritage, but it's now one of my favorite parts of the week. I get to play with little kids the whole time and I love it. I volunteer in the nursery where parents can drop their kids off if they need a break or are having a hard time. The center also has a place for them to sleep if necessary. Today there was a 1 year old whose mom is a drug addict and was recently sent to jail. The kid has been staying the night there and I think they are trying to find him a foster home. This boy is the cutest kid in the world and I wanted to carry him out and bring him home with me. However, I'm not sure how well that would have gone over. The kids that come into the center are adorable and every time I leave there I'm floating on air. I really do take my life for granted. I had a wonderful childhood and I have an incredible family. The center focuses on building positive relationships with adults because a lot of these kids don't get that at home. 

I am blessed. 

Wanderlust

I got my passport back in the mail today and it's full of brand new pages for me to fill up with stamps and visas. I'd like to add Spain in soon. Either next winter or fall of 2010, I'm not sure yet.

If home is where the heart is, I've got several

Provo, Utah-where I currently reside

Bentonville, Arkansas- this will always be home

China- also home. And where my family is.

Definition of home:

-a place where one lives or resides

-a dwelling place together with the family

-an environment offering security and happiness

-a valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin

Instead of getting to know Plato, Aeschylus, and Thucydides

I've decided it's time to start writing some stuff down. So here goes nothin'.