It's been a summer of saying good bye and hello again. We went back to the beach
and visited family we hadn't seen in a year, but picked up right where we left off...
We missed one of the pillars of our family across an ocean...
and shared laughs in the summer sun.
There were first baseball games to go to...
Uncles and Aunts to see...
Brand new cousins being born...
and special birthdays to celebrate....
there are old friends to welcome us in our new home...
And a new friend in our new home...
And through this whole summer, I kept thinking to myself how in some way, everyone we meet or know are woven to us. I am going to be honest...the middle of August came and went and I feel a sadness that I am not on that crowded plane on that long flight back to Lagos. I miss Happiness so much and never knew I could become friends with someone from a world so different than my own. I didn't realize how much Lagos had woven it's way into my life. I miss it...I really and truly miss it. I am happy to be back and be closer to my dear family and friends, but I hope that my heart does not forget the things I saw and did there. I hope my heart does not forget how lucky and blessed I am to be a citizen of the USA. I hope my heart does not take for granted the rights and privileges we have here. I hope my heart never forgets the time and happiness we had in Lagos.
Then, a package arrived from my Great Aunt Marty today. When I opened it, I actually started to cry. She is one of the most gifted, talented, awesome quilters I have ever met, and a few years ago she had asked me for some fabric from Nigeria. I brought it back and sent it to her. When I opened up the box, I couldn't believe the beautiful masterpiece she had made with that fabric for our family....
That rug is so cool!
ReplyDeleteThat gift from your great aunt is gorgeous! Indeed a gift to be treasured for all the beautiful memories it bring.
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