From Philly she went to New York, Belgium and Benin. For the last ten months she's made her home in a small village on the edge of the Sahel. She teaches school, and this summer is working in a girls' camp and at a health clinic. She is completely immersed in village life. She loves the people and they love her. She's the happiest person I know.
The months that led up to her departure crept by in slow motion, like time does on a roller coaster inching up that first hill. Now we're on the downward slope. It hardly seems possible that Year One has passed. It now seems entirely possible to make it through Year Two.
Still, I seem to miss her more and more. Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthdays and, ten days ago, a graduation — all without her. The phone keeps us together, a family of the air, and that will have to do. But now that she's almost halfway done, I'm allowing myself to dream of a time when we'll all be together again. Even being on the same continent will do.