Love letter

I hope you are blessed by this as much as I always am.
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For you, by me

A rough draft put together with clips of video I took before I moved away to the US. I can't wait to see you all again. Thank you for all that you have invested in me, I love you!
(If you can't read the text at the end it says, 'For all the beauty in hard farewells. I would rather have you to miss than not have you at all.')

Photos

Another picture from mexico. This guy and his friend were really interested in my camera, and wanted to see all the pictures I had taken!

Mexico

These are a few of the children I had the privilege of snuggling, cuddling, holding, playing, dancing, swinging and giggling with in mexico. Aren't they beautiful? I really love kids. For some reason I am nearly always drawn more towards kids than people my own age or older. Maybe its because they have a pure sweetness about them. They aren't trying to manipulate you, and they aren't concerned about what you think of them. They are just themselves. I love that! I hope to maybe be a pediatrician one day. I have a looong way to go before that, but I think Gods given me a calling to work with kids. In fact I know that! :) I will continue to put more photos up.

Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20


I like this poem by Robert Frost. Interpret it as you may, but this is a reminder that often taking the road less travelled, less familiar and less predictable actually often ends up being the better path. Sometimes I feel like an idiot because I often choose to take the harder road, when I really didn't need to. I look back, and wonder what things may have been different if I had taken the other road, but like I feel Frost conveys in this poem, you never really know what the other road would have lead you to. You have to go with the decision you made. I do know, however, that the times in which I have grown the most have been times in which I have taken the road less traveled. What less traveled roads have you taken recently?