Packing Day, Hope Day

I’m starting with my packing today. Have a pile of clothes to wash so I can bring them to Colombia; most of them are summer clothes for Cali is a hot place. They call it California in Colombia… imagine :) I can’t believe I’m leaving on Friday, I can’t believe I will see my mom, my sweet mom!, my brothers, my grandma!! My friends, my wonderful best friend Midori who’s coming back from Japan when I’m there… It’s all good things!

Patrice says that half of my bags are full of gifts, which is not true… LOL! All I want to bring is love. I can’t wait to spend hours and hours with my mom talking about the last year. She’s such a strong person… after losing my daddy I’ve never heard her complaining. Not even becasue during a year she didn’t get a cent from the government, until now when they finally started paying my dad’s retirement. One year where she didn’t go to the supermarket because she could not, so she had to go to the convenience store around the corner to get things for the day. One year where the kind lady who owns the house where she lives in has waited for the rent payments. One year where the kindness of people, especially my brothers and my sister in law, has been all over my wonderful sweet mom. One year where hope is all she had… along with the memory of the greatest love of all: the one she shared with my dad for 36 years.

So, today is a day of hope. Because for us is like a new begining, a new sunny day; the promise of a better life. I’m sure dad is still taking care of us, for over the last year we’ve only received blessings. My faith is a big one and I know that the Lord has many more good things to come.