June 14th. I am bad at dates. REALLY bad. I can not even remember my kids' birthdays without being reminded. But I can remember this month and this day.
The next couple of months seem to be revolving around it.
It's weird, but I feel as if I already have one of my feet back in the states.
We are getting ready for new adventures while still not having finished this one.
I am dreaming of camping with my best gal friends, shopping with my sister, helping my cousin deliver a baby, and singing with my home church.
I am eating as many empanadas and tamales and batidos de moras as possible. I am hugging my compañeros (friends/co-workers) more than usual. I find myself with tear filled eyes while singing with our brothers and sisters at church.
One foot here, one foot there.
One heart beat here, and another over there.