A Very Small Dream...

I think about Ghana alot. I think about all of the people I met. About the things they said to me. There is a beautiful young lady who lives at my children's orphanage. I remember being so alarmed when she told me she was Konto's mother. But soon I realized that one can have many 'mothers' in Ghana. She simply meant that she cares for him. She proudly showed me a small bag of his clothes in her room. She washes them for him. She has such a sweet, quiet sp‏irit. One day she told me, "If I grow up, I will name my baby after you." If..... It was in that moment I realized the magnatude of the dreams I had always been afforded. That is something I will never again take for granted.