The Welcome

When we came home from our trip to Lomé we had a welcoming committee. A few kids in our neighborhood came running when they heard our truck. One little girl in particular who normally never has clothes on came running with open arms to me wanting a hug, Bryce another little boy was jumping up and down saying white person white person and the minute I stepped from the truck came and gave me a big hug, what a welcome. I love being home with all the familiar sounds and smells and people I love this place.