Mental Pictures

Tomorrow will mark day 50 in Haiti! And I have the nastiest cold. Sigh. I've felt it coming on for a couple of days and today I have officially turned into the swamp monster. Dripping, whining, grouchy, tired, "make one more bounce on this bed and I'll make YOUR head fall off with mine" type of awfulness.
Yesterday we arose on time, got dressed, fed, SonSon and Davidson came over to accompany us to church...and then-we waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Needless to say despite dozens of phone calls we never actually got to see our driver.
Around noon SonSon mentioned taking the tap tap to his mother's house-she had been planning on us sharing dinner with her after church. As the time for church service had come and gone, we smoothed out our wrinkles, rebrushed our hair, reapplied our shoes (Yes, my boys STILL take them off every chance they get) and headed out the door.
If I had a Christmas wish it would be a camera. There was so much beauty to capture on our adventure! If I had pictures this is what they would have been of...
~Carolanne snuggled into Davidson as he carried "my baby" EVERYWHERE. His over 6 foot frame and long strong arms made it that much sweeter.
~Isaiah pulling his IJoe monkey everywhere with him-and sharing it with a stranger on one of the 6 tap taps we shuttled on.
~The smile of aforementioned stranger who looked like she was having a REALLY bad day.
~Thaddaeus's big blue eyes as he unabashedly said hello to everyone in EVERY tap tap.
~The contrasting enormous soft brown eyes of the beautiful baby boy I was able to hold as we bumped down the streets in a very crowded, hot tap tap.
~Adam's endless energy as we walked, rode, bumped, hiked, climbed, and slid through the wet muddy hillside of Port Au Prince.
~The long, wet, winding, narrow alley cracks and crannies we marched through endlessly while attempting to reach SonSon's family's home.
~The naked local children smiling and cool from a rousing water fight amongst the goats and pigs in the trash piles.
~Tents being rebuilt out of tarps, wood and scrap metal by smiling, singing men and women.
~Bright colors that were on every wall of the home that was opened to us.
~Kisses and hugs and play time that were shared with the 3 children living in the small one bedroom dwelling.
~SonSon's mother's smile as she filled our bellies.
...I could go on forever. With the power being off due to the storm we were not able to charge the cell phone I use for my pictures. The next time we go, for I dearly hope for a next time, we shall try for a day with power and charged phones. It was a wonderful day. <3