One of the simple pleasures in life is watching a small child dance in the rain. We spend so much time in the car talking about life and jostling for space for each other in between school and work that it is a wondrous thing to watch your child dance in the rain, big gap where front teeth are growing, glowing with love and joy.
This is the child that brings me flowers in the same way that I bring her food. I am so blessed. So blessed, as Munetsi our new IT guy says whenever I ask him how he is.