Missing Them

Yesterday as we found ourselves on an impoverished back street of Iquique with its dilapidated buildings squeezed together and people milling about, I re-visited scenes of Haiti in my mind and there pictured my boys …

Today as we drove down the highway that snakes along Iquique’s beach, I listened as the scent of the ocean breeze and the sight of the sand and occasional palm trees reminded me of Haiti and spoke to me of my boys …

This afternoon as I unwrapped pictures and came across a collage of photos from the week spent with my babies in Haiti, I gently hung it and felt my heart squeeze in pain as I missed my boys.

Each day of our unpacking they have been present in my thoughts, as I run across bins of little boys clothes and wonder when they will ever be home to wear them … as I decorate the boys’ room with their Haiti painting … as I arrange furniture and mentally allow for two little pack-n-plays to fit in as well.

Each day that I could I checked e-mail and there was no word … no word … no word … Now we have been without internet and the silence continues to echo … when … when … when??

Will they??

Ever??