I felt so sad when leaving my dear friend in Calgary last week but I didn't anticipate, when we came to Sharla's place just days ago, that I would feel sad when having to leave here, too. I had a lump in my throat last night when her kids asked if I could come up and kiss them good night once they were ready for bed, and I loved doing that. They are lovely children, every one of them, and it feels like I have made a connection with each. I even got to tuck into bed the little one that I have prayed for for so long, and as I kissed her forehead goodnight and told her how beautiful I thought she was both inside and out, I buried deep into my heart the image of her smiling little face surrounded by a mound of pillows and blankets.
There are many things that I have tucked into my heart about our trip to both Calgary and Edmonton. I have been blessed to spend time with such lovely people, to deepen friendships both old and new. As I get ready to start the day now with a quick packing and loading up of our laundry baskets of clothes, as I pray for a safe journey home, as I somewhat sadly ponder our reintegration into a more routine life, as I sift through fond memories of the past almost-two weeks in Alberta, I know that I leave more than a little piece of my heart here. Home is here, too.