Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

He's reading!!

It happened awhile ago... he did it. He read a book! Not just recited it from memory while his eyes glazed over the words... he read. He said the sounds and then said the word fast and he pointed to each and every word as he did it. He READ! And he's still reading. Every single day Jose and I do his homework together and then we do as many more educational and reading activities as his little attention span will allow. And I'm seeing progress!!

Now the battle isn't so much the actual skill of reading, as it is the focus and the behavior and all the emotional stuff that clouds his ability and desire to sit down and do well... anything. I'd be lying if I led you to believe that he happily sits down with me everyday and we have a blissful hour of homework. It's a battle, a battle against a lot of things. But I'm continually praying for glory strength and refusing to give up. So I'm going to focus on the positive. The fact of the matter is JOSE CAN READ!! He may not be reading Shakespearean plays or even chapter books anytime soon. But...he's on his way.

And if you asked him, he would proudly tell you that he can read. And that really all that matters to me.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Hablo Espanol

I speak Spanish. That fact is still incredible to me and if you asked me, I'd probably still tell you no. But the fact really seemed to hit me this weekend. Maybe it was the thirty some letters I translated from Spanish to English to be sent from kids here to their sponsors in the states. Or maybe it was the almost three hours I spent last night watching my favorite Mexican television program, La Voz Mexico (the Mexican version of The Voice). But for whatever reason, the fact hit me this weekend. I actually speak Spanish.

Now by no means would I call myself fluent... I still have a loooooonnngg way to go. There are many moments where I clam up and can't think of a single word to say and many moments where I have absolutely nooo idea what that person just said.

But... I'm getting by. I am still much much much more confident talking to kids. However, I can maneuver my way through the language enough to read books and homework with kids, pray at bedtime and have genuine conversations with kids about Jesus. I'm even managing to tutor and teach kids to read... in Spanish. I can joke and scold and tease and comfort. Not perfectly, but like I said, I am getting by. And for that I am so incredibly thankful. I know that without the Lord's help none of that would be possible. I took French for seven years... I don't speak Spanish. But the Lord called me to Mexico and here and I am and he has provided in so many ways for me to be here including helping me learn the language. Isn't it great how he doesn't forget a single detail?

Ha ... I speak Spanish... re-reading this blog post literally makes me giggle... How on earth can this be true?? Only with the help of a God who is able to do immeasurabely more than all we ask or imagine.

Friday, December 2, 2011

This is my job.

Sometimes the things I do during the a days spent caring for 10 boys just seem silly, ridiculous or trivial. There are so many moments when I look around and say to myself... "I am actually getting paid to do this right now.

Monday I had 4 fourth graders that each had 5 homework assignments, plus one second grader and one fifth grader that had homework. In total it was 23 homework assignments, that for some reason included making 4 drums. But I love these boys and I'm all they've got for that day. So we did 23 homework assignments and even made some really fancy drums. It's just paper, ribbon and plates but I was very proud of our finished products.

Some days I have the incredibly difficult task of playing Nintendo 64 for hours on end. As I do so I randomly scream things in English because it's way to hard to speak Spanish and play at the same time. And ever so sweetly they yell at one another to try and let Sammy win just this once. Not too many people could say they get paid for playing video games.

There have been days where I've sang, danced (while they chanted and giggled about what an ugly dancer I was) and I read books in silly voices, I play soccer (not well might I add) and even eat strange Mexican candy that is kindly given to me by little hands. When I look back at my day sometimes I just laugh at the things I'm asked to do and have to say. For example, just last week I had the privilege of saying, "What were you playing in that has turned every inch of your body and clothing completely white?" ( it was powdered plaster).

But even though moments may seem silly or ridiculous, there is reason that task is in front of me. There is a reason I'm the one that's there in that moment. So I'll continue to be silly and ridiculous and try and fulfill every trivial task. I want to be over the top in my love for them. I pray everyday that the Lord would give me the energy to go the extra mile. Christ loves us and loves them in a way that is so incredibly exuberant and over the top and wildly crazy and I will strive everyday to mirror the tiniest bit of that. Even if it means looking a little ridiculous.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

A first.

This past weekend something incredible happened in the dorm of 8-12 year old boys. It feels like such a miracle that it could only have been an act of God. This weekend....Miguel read a whole chapter book probably for the first time in his life... voluntarily... by his own choice!! We recently had donated the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series in Spanish and we decided to bring it last Friday for the boys to try. They seemed to kind of like it so we decided we'd let them borrow it for the week to do their daily 15 minutes of reading for school. Well to our extreme shock and surprise when we came back on Monday Miguel had finished the ENTIRE book! Luckily we had brought along the second one. Upon seeing it he squealed with glee grabbed it and immediately sat down to start reading. That night after dinner he grabbed the book and curled up on his bed to read INSTEAD OF PLAYING NINTENDO 64!! 

Don't you just love a good book? One that sucks you in and you just can't stop turning the pages. Miguel is 10 years old and had NEVER experienced that feeling. It was amazing to watch him get excited about reading. He even sat in the bathroom when all other boys were in bed so that he could use the light to just keep reading a few more minutes. There are 5 books in the series and he's half way through number 2. We told him if he finished all 5 we would have a giant party... but I really don't think he'll need to incentive. He's hooked :)

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

It's beginning to feel... a little... like Christmas!

Christmas is less than a month away... and up until this point it hasn't really felt like the holidays... Thanksgiving just isn't the same without the parade and football and warm snuggly sweaters.

However, this week it's finally starting to get cold here. I actually got to break out my North Face and GLOVES yesterday! But it's beginning to feel more like Christmas for reasons bigger than the weather.

This week we have a group of 30 women here who have named themselves the "Christmas Ladies". They are bringing Christmas in various forms to each and every children's home that we work with. Yesterday was their first day and they started things off with an all out Christmas extravaganza at Casa Hogar Douglas complete with crafts, cookies, 32 pizzas, Christmas performances, Christmas carols and candles. It was a little bit crazy... but what Christmas party with 70 children isn't?

After all the madness the night ended with one beautifully calm moment. Each child was given a candle. Not gonna lie... I had extreme reservations about giving each child an open flame. But to my surprise no one died. No one caught on fire. And instead, it was beautiful calm and quiet as we sang Silent Night in our respective languages. It was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes to see each little face that I love glowing in the dark.

And it finally started to feel like Christmas :)

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

I confess.

If you haven't noticed by now I'm kind of obsessed with the 20 boys I get the privilege of caring for each week. It's the 10 8-12 year olds on Monday and then the little guys on Tuesday. And honestly that are my very very favorite days of the week. It usually means working two 14 hour days in a row and Two mornings of getting up at 5:40 AM. But for some strange reason I love it. I guess it's something about getting to be their home base for that whole day. During those days I have the incredible privilege of sharing the highs and lows of their day. It means really hard conversations about what we do with anger or how to speak with respect. But it also means really sweet moments of snuggles on the couch or an unsolicited "I love you". I could blog for hours about all the moments I love during any given day. I could also talk for hours about each and every one of them. Like I said, I'm kind of obsessed.

And as I reflect on this fact I realize that for as much as I'm obsessed with them, God is so much more obsessed with them. The love I feel for them is only a fraction of the love their heavenly father feels for them. And all this love that I feel is really just God giving me a tiny bit of his love for me to pass on to them. The Lord is passionate about the orphan child. Over and over again in scripture we are command to defend and protect the fatherless. The promises God has for them are astounding. It is God who is obsessed with them, each and every one of them.

So maybe that's why I love taking care of them so much. Because for that whole day I get to be a conduit of the obsessive love the Lord has for these boys. If I am abiding in him, God continually fills me with more and more of his love to give out. And how can I not love a day when I get to share the love of Christ all day long?

My prayer before each day is that these boys would experience that too. That they would feel the love of Christ in the same way that I do. That they would experience true genuine love and it would bind up their little hearts just enough for them to experience the love that comes directly from their heavenly father.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Will You Join Us?

Meet Alex.
Following a conversation I had with Caroline this morning, I wanted you all to meet him and to ask for your help.
You see, I adore this little guy. And tears literally come to my eyes when I think about the next 10 years of his life. He was an infant when he and his two brothers arrived at Casa Hogar Douglas. And, because of the laws in place and custody that his father maintains, he is stuck. The way it's looking now, he is doomed to live in an orphanage forever. There isn't any forward motion or solutions being sought out. He is just there and will be there forever. And that is just not ok with me. This can't possibly be it for Alex. Right now, he is smart and kind and hilarious and loves to cuddle. But the statistics about the ways that life in an institution negatively affects a child mentally, physically and emotionally are astounding. When I think about his life and his future I feel helpless and powerless to do anything. I just want to cry and beg that somebody, anybody would do something. But then I'm reminded of the power of prayer. I am reminded that I have a heavenly father for whom nothing is impossible. I'm so quick to forget just how powerful God really is. He's sovereign over laws and governments, and he's sovereign over Alex's future. So won't you join us in praying that the earth would shake and the mountains would move and somehow someway Alex would have a family?
Caroline also posted about Alex on her blog, you should check it out for yourself!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Feliz Cumpleanos Jair!

Meet Jair. Two weeks ago he turned 10 years old. And I had the incredible privilege of attending his surprise birthday party. Recently Jair had new caregivers move in to take care of him and they went above and beyond for Jair’s birthday. There were balloons hung glitter signs made and cakes baked. We all hid upstairs with the lights off and when Jair opened the door we yelled “Feliz Cumpleanos!” and started singing the Mexican happy birthday song. Jair was beaming. We then ate spaghetti and pizza (which is a huuuge treat around here) and played some N64. It was a great night. But the best thing about it was that anyone who looked at Jair’s face knew that he felt so loved. You see, Jair is kind of a special kid. About a year ago a group of audiologists came on a medical trip with Back2Back and decided to do some hearing screenings at Casa Hogar Douglas. The kids were told to raise their hand when they heard the high pitch sound coming through the head phone. When it was Jair’s turn to go, he never raised a single hand. The doctors figured the machine wasn’t working and tested it themselves just to be sure. As it turns out, the machine was totally fine. In fact, it was Jair’s ears that had the problem. He was born prematurely and then apparently experienced repeated undiagnosed and repeatedly untreated ear infections causing him to lose nearly all of his hearing. However, no one had any idea that this kid was nearly deaf. Suddenly his speech and behavior problems along with his constant yelling finally made sense. For years people had made fun of him and called him dumb. He was never the cool kid in school. Plus, he was constantly scolded him for not listening or following directions. Little did they know Jair is actually really smart and has actually taught himself to read lips. So, as soon as this discovery was made Jair was changed to a school for kids with special needs and with this change his self-esteem and confidence sky rocketed. He was finally supported and encouraged and school and now he loooves learning. And on this night, the night of his birthday, you could see his confidence coming out of every bit of his being. He felt loved, he felt important and most of all he felt really really cool. Here are some pictures from his awesome party ☺

Monday, November 14, 2011

The Prayer of a Child.

This post is kind of a continuation of the one below because it happened on the very same night. Anyways, as I was in the process of putting the boys to sleep that night I went around as usual and prayed with each one. Normally I do most of the praying and they just agree in their heads, add anything they think I’m missing and then we say “amen”. It’s always one of my favorite parts of the day. I cherish the opportunity to proclaim truth over them and pray for protection from the nightmares that some many of them experience each night. But this night Rodrigo’s prayer in particular stood out amongst the rest. I guess I should back track a bit and tell you a little more about Rodrigo. Rodrigo is 12 years old and the oldest of three siblings that were dropped off at the children’s home in March. He looooves to sing and proudly told us last week that he dreams of one day being a worship leader and telling everyone that God loves them and has a plan for their lives. I’m telling you, this kid can preach. And for a long time this is the only side of Rodrigo that we knew, the one that is happy go lucky, loves to sing and loooves the Lord. However, a few weeks ago it finally came to light that Rodrigo has really been having a hard time in school. More so, he just refuses to do pretty much anything at school. It is not because he is lazy, or not smart or a bad kid. It’s because he’s hurting. It’s because he can’t control anything in his life so he’ll find control in whatever area possible. And for Rodrigo, that’s his schoolwork. He has the power to refuse, that he can control, so he will. Yesterday I asked Rodrigo about all this, about why it was he wasn’t working in school. He basically told me his heart was too full of anger and sadness to try and work on anything else. We talked about how he could try to give his hurt and his sadness to God and ask for God to give him the strength to work in school. But honestly at the end of the conversation I wasn’t sure I had been much of a help. So all that to lead up to the point where Rodrigo called me over to his bed and said he wanted to pray. I knelt down by his bed and closed my eyes and Rodrigo began to speak truth over me. He gave thanks to God, that I let them use my cell phone and the N64 to play games. He praised God and thanked God for me and my life. He prayed that I would know just how much the boys love me and that I would know just how much more God loves me. He gave thanks for the work God is doing in my life. He gave thanks that I am here to encourage them and help them and love them. He prayed that God would give me the strength to keep working. And he prayed it all in the name of our wonderful savior Jesus. I was pretty much dumbfounded and couldn’t think of anything to say but thank you, I love you, goodnight. I really just wanted to cry right there. I was so incredibly humbled by his words. I know his life circumstances; I know his heart is hurting, yet he had the faith and selflessness to cry out to his heavenly father on my behalf. That night I was blessed beyond measure by the prayer of a 12 year old orphan. Lord, I pray for a heart like Rodrigo, a heart that is sold out and dependent on you even when I am hurting. When life seems unfair and out of control I pray that I would look beyond circumstances and with the faith of a child cry out to my heavenly father and give thanks. Amen.

Friday, November 11, 2011


Children arrive at a children's home for lots of different reasons. Whatever the reason may be, the circumstances of their lives has brought them to this point. And now here it is, the life changing day that they are dropped off. Yesterday my roommate Caroline and I were working at Casa Hogar Douglas taking care of the Primario dorm (this is the dorm that includes 9 boys ages 8-12) so that their caregivers could have a day off to rest, when it happened. At about 2 o'clock Mario arrived at our door. This was the first time that I have ever been there when a new kid arrives at the dorm, and not only was I there, but I was the one in charge that day. We gave him a quick run down of everyone's names and a tried to offer some explanations about why these two american girls instead of the couple that would normally be taking care of them. We showed him where the bathroom was a found a place to put his small bag of stuff and then that was it. Here he was. One of the boys, Antonio, quickly jumped to Mario's aid and started showing him how to play N64, where everyone else lived at the home, and just how fun the giant slide outside is. I was overwhelmed and so proud of the compassion that Antonio showed him. In fact, they all did an incredible job of coming around Mario supporting him and showing him all the ins and outs of living at Douglas. At the end of the day I showed Mario his new bed and tucked him in. We then talked through everything that would happen the next day "Who will wake me up?" "Will we eat cornflakes?" "Are they all going to go to school?" I sat there and answered question after question about this little man's new life. And all the while my heart broke into a million pieces. You see, Mario also has two sisters that are 3 and 4 years old and they too were going to bed in a whole new world. This is the first time in their lives they aren't sleeping in the same room as their older brother. In fact, the 4 year old was so distraught over this that before bed she spent half an hour camped out in the boys dorm. When she finally had to leave she cried "I want my brother, I want my brother" and ultimately "I just want my Mommy". What response did any of us have to that? Of course she does. Of course she wants her mommy. This new place she's in is new and different and therefore to her, it's terrifying. She belongs with her mommy. But the brokenness of this world is creating circumstances that don't allow for that right now. The safest place at this moment for these kids is in a children's home. By no fault of their own, their world has been turned upside down. And I hate that for them. My heart breaks over the pain that their little hearts are going through. Life in a children's home is not easy. Even when it is a place that is loving and good and safe, it is still hard. We could slave away working day and night to make it the best place ever, but it still wouldn't be enough to prevent the wounds to their heart that they will inevitably experience being 1 of 70 children at the home. I don't say that to be pessimistic or as an excuse not to try our best. But instead, I say it because I honestly believe it's true. I will work my hardest to pour love and affection and attention over these children and then I will cry out with all my heart to the Lord on their behalf. That he would work to bind the wounds and heal their hearts. I will trust that this is his plan and that it is good. "God sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners with singing" Psalm 98:6

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Tutoring Jose

One of the biggest projects I’ve begun working on while since I moved here is tutoring Jose. Jose is 7 years old and in second grade. He’s made quite a few appearances on my blog before because for whatever reason, this sweet child just has my heart. I knew from previous years that he had been struggling in school, especially with reading. Therefore, he was a target of mine from the start. As soon as I got here I did some assessments and realized he only knew about 15 of the 33 letter sounds he needed to know in Spanish. So we started with the letters. Everyday we do his homework together and then play games and read books to help him practice letter sounds and learn to read. And I am SO excited to announce that as of October 18th he knew ALL of the letter sounds!! We’re still working on putting the sounds together to read words… but it’s progress… definite progress. So I am praising the Lord for that. The hour a day I spend with Jose is literally my favorite hour of the day. I love the concentrated one on one time that tutoring has allowed us. I get to speak truth into his life about who he is and who God created him to be while we work on the very necessary life skill of reading. I can’t think of a better way to send my days.

One day last week Jose didn’t go to school because he had a dentist appointment, so I brought him to our apartment and Jose and I had “home school”. This is a picture of us building words together.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Playing Dress Up!

For about a year now my roommate Caroline has been working to weekly give each of the caregivers at Casa Hogar Douglas a day off by taking over their dorm full of children for that day. Since I moved here I have begun joining Caroline in this, so either one of two days a week I spend at Douglas taking care of children.

Last Thursday Caroline and I decided that in a bit of the Halloween spirit we would play dress up with the 4 preschool age boys. We brought two fireman costumes and two pirate costumes. We dressed them up and of course immediately had a photo shoot.

Some of the older boys even wanted to join in on the fun.

Aren’t they just adorable???

Saying Thank You

For about the past month or so, I have been spending my afternoons at Casa Hogar Douglas helping with homework and reading with pretty much any kid that will sit down with me. The other day I was asked by one of the girls caregivers to do homework with Pamela. Now, I would describe Pamela as a girl with spunk, she has one of those personalities that just makes people want to follow her, she’s in fourth grade and strong willed and feisty. Living in a children’s home with 70 other kids these character qualities more often than not end up getting her in trouble.

So I was asked to do homework with her pretty much as a last resort. Before she even sat down she told me she needed to go get her pencil and then never came back… so, I sought her out and found her in her dorm. I told her we would sit there together until she finished. She then began to scribble fake answers in each of the answer spots. And again I stopped her and told her I would be here until she did it for real, but that we would do it together. So finally she gave in and painstakingly we did her homework together.

And when we were finally finished she looked at me with all the attitude she could muster and said “I like your shoes, I like your necklace and your ring is really pretty”.

To which I responded “Thank you, and you’re welcome”

I loved her response, it was her way of saying thank you. While keeping her pride and her feisty attitude in tact, she said thank you. Living in a children’s home, coming from a background that inevitably involves pain and abandonment these kids build walls as a way to cope. On this day, I was privileged enough to see a little bit of that wall come down. It’s God that is chipping away at the walls, and I get to be his hands and feet.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Pharmacist for a Day

This past weekend a group of 25 doctors and nurses came to stay on our campus and participate in a fast paced five days of medical missions. I got to be a part of working with this group on Friday. Early Friday morning we loaded up boxes of medicine medical supplies and equipment and headed out to a place we call Rio 3. This is one of the two squatters villages that Back2Back works to serve in the Monterrey area. When we work at Rio 3 we partner with a woman named Olga who runs a church and community center in the area. Olga had already assessed the needs of the community before we arrived with our medical brigade and planned for us to have about 70 appointments in 4 hours. We used the church as our medical center. We set up 3 doctors station, a nurses station where the patients had their initial screenings and because we had an optometrist in the group, we also set up a vision screening station.

Here is a picture of our medical center complete with doctors, nurses and translators.

Finally, we set up the pharmacy offering a range of medications from children's vitamins to antibiotics. Someone, me and my friend and fellow Back2Back staff member Courtney became the pharmacists. We organized the medicines and counted and dispensed whatever the doctors prescribed.

Here is part of our pharmacy counter :)
We didn't always have everything they needed, but I loved seeing the doctors think creatively and use their wisdom and training to try and come up with some way to provide the best care possible. I was continually reminded throughout the day of the bigness of God. He brought doctors from thousands of miles away because he knew that on this day Lupita would be sick and need someone to care for her. The people that live in this community would probably not have had access to medical care in any other way. He moved in the hearts of these doctors to choose to sacrifice their time to come on a trip and serve the poor alongside us. He organized just the right doctors, nurses, staff members and medicines so that He could provide care for people He loves. We just get to be His hands and feet.

This is Courtney and I ... a teacher and a social worker who got to be pharmacists for a day :)

Sunday, September 25, 2011


Over these past two weeks I have had several awesome reminders of why it is I packed up my Honda Civic and drove 4 days to live in Monterrey, Mexico. But, I thought I'd share two of these moments with you.

Last Tuesday I spent the day helping my roommate Caroline give one of the caregivers at Casa Hogar Douglas a day off by taking care of her dorm of 10 little boys for her. In the afternoon after school and lunch they have homework time and I got the opportunity to do homework with Jose. He is in second grade and school for him is quite a struggle, especially reading. Slowly but surely we worked together to read the assigned page in his textbook and compose a sentence about his favorite part. When we finished he closed his book and yelled across the room with a huge smile, "Caroline!! I read a little bit! And Sammy said I am smart!!!".

For me it was a reminder of why I am here. To look these sweet children in the face and tell them that they are smart, that they are important and that they matter. To sit beside them and struggle through their homework with them and maybe teach them something along the way.

Reminder number two for me came in the form a conversation with Miguel. I was sitting in the outdoor picnic area at Douglas and had just finished doing homework with Tonito. I was packing up to leave when Miguel joined by table and wanted to chat. We started talking about why I was here and what I'd been doing and we got on to the topic of what I had studied in school. Which I though to be the perfect moment to talk about Miguel's hopes and dreams for his future. So I asked him "Miguel what do you want to do after middle school?" (high school here is not mandatory and costs money to attend) His immediate response was, "Well of course I want to go to high school, and then college and then I want to have a career." "A career in what?" I asked him. At this he didn't have a response... instead he sat and thought and we talked about other things for awhile. Then finally he said "I want to be a psychologist, I want to help people talk about their lives and their feelings and to feel better." I thought this was a brilliant response from a fifth grader and I told him I how much I love psychology and how interesting I think it is. And the topic changed course again and we talked about other things and to some of the other kids that were sitting at the picnic tables. And as I stood up to leave Miguel hugged me goodbye and said. "Do you think I can be a soccer player psychologist?" To which I responded, "Of course."

I love that I get to be a part of a ministry that instills in kids the knowledge that they can be anything they want to be... that God has a plan for them that can include high school and college or even a professional sports career. I love that I get to be someone who is lucky enough to have these conversations... it makes living here feel not so scary... and totally worth it.

I live in Mexico!

It's been two weeks now since I arrived here in Monterrey... our epic 4 day road trip concluded with a night in McAllen, Texas followed by an early afternoon border crossing and a short three hour drive to Monterrey. Everything went so well, we really couldn't have asked for a smoother trip.

These past two weeks have felt like a whirlwind. My first week was spent reconnecting with old friends and spending tons of time with my some of my favorite children. I've been working on visiting all the different homes that we work with however, I've spent most of my time at Casa Hogar Douglas. This is the children's home that I lived at during the summer of 2010. Nearly all of the same kids are still there and it was absolutely wonderful to see them again. I was attacked by hugs and choruses of "Saaaammy" I can't think of anything better.

I also happened to arrive just in time to celebrate the Mexican Independence Day! We were decked out in our red, white and green gear and had a party at Casa Hogar Douglas complete with games prizes and a roast pig.It seems that my camera always ends up in the hands of a child so events here are commemorated by pictures of the ground, trees, or the t.v. But here are a few pictures I was able to take before they Tonito was able to snag it away.

This is me and Jose :)

And me and Israel

And I decided to add one picture taken by Tonito... because who doesn't love a pair of googly eyes???

Monday, March 21, 2011


Exciting new things are about to be happening in my life so I figured I should update my blog about it all.

I am just about 6 weeks away from graduation... which is crazy. But, it's also exciting because I am beginning to prepare for what the Lord has called me to next year, which is... spending the year in Mexico!

I have been accepted to join Back2Back's staff team for a year as part of the STINT Program (which stands for short term international).

In order to do this, I have to raise my own financial support for the year... so what I'm looking for is a team, a group of people who will partner with me both financially and prayerfully over the next year.

If you would be interested in joining my team... let me know!

So, there's a little update for my blog :)