Every time I see a new bird or hear a new whistle I think of my mother and wonder if that little bird has already flown by her house, too... Even though we have lived apart for almost twenty years, we are close in heart. Missions separates loved ones and it is never easy, even after many years. Service in a foreign land even in today's time with Skype and Voip and Facebook and what not is just not the same as regular physical presence. It does help! But isn't it funny when I see the old guy down the street that works on his jalopies each afternoon under a shade tree, that I think of my daddy faraway. When I see the old coot out on his farm with his bad teeth and his funny little laugh, I'm always reminded of one of my uncles - the guy here just lacks bibbed overalls. Certain smells, certain sounds, take me back to Old Virginia in an instant and for a single little moment I'm there. Ah, but in a flash I hear a donkey squalling or a sound car coming down ...
Just a mama trying to bloom where she is planted in the dry Northeast of Brazil.