Each week, as a prize for our boys good behavior, we go on a field trip. For quite awhile we've been planning a hiking adventure. It is well known among my boys that I am not the biggest fan of hiking... or the outdoors in general. So they had a wonderful time in the weeks leading up envisioning me whining complaining and crying on my way up the mountain.
We set out early Saturday morning and began the journey to Chipinque. As much as they pictured my being out of place on the mountain, our orphanage raised street kids were just as out of place as I was. We started at the visitor's center and each grabbed a map and together we set out on our hike.
More than anything, I so enjoyed the time it gave us with our boys. We didn't know it at the time, but the following week 2 new boys would join our dinner table. I loved the peace, awe, wonder and joy that we got to experience together. I see it now as precious time with them before the chaos of new arrivals.