On Wednesday afternoon, we visited the Baby Orphanage. For some of us, this was the day that our hearts broke. I fell in love with several of the little babies, including the the ones featured below. They told us to limit our time to fifteen minutes with the babies... but that was just impossible.
This little girl, Maria, loved to "fly." She smiled and giggled and looked at me with those big, brown eyes as I lifted her in the air. She stole a piece of my heart.
Guadalupe reminded me so much of my brand-new niece. She was so teeny and wonderful and feminine. She was the first baby I held!
I love this picture. I think it might be one of my absolute favorites, because it captures a moment right after I kissed the top of the little boy's head. I can't remember his name, but I remember he just wanted to be held. He loved to lean against my body and rock back and forth.
Later on before we left the orphange, I had the opportunity to journal. I wrote:
We are the baby orphanage and while its wonderful holding and loving the babies (it is!)... it's also so heartbreaking, knowing we are leaving them. They just live here day after day. I know they are loved by the workers here, and God is Father to all the children, and these babies are no exception. It is so hard to not want to sneak one in my luggage. I have always been interested in being a foster mom or adopting someday, if God wills, and being here and seeing and holding these babies that have a home... the desire is only strengthened!
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