Sunday, January 2, was the last time for me to see Grace in person for six months. SIX. That’s half a year, people. On Saturday, she’s flying to New Zealand, where she will spend three months working on farms. From there, she will then fly to Katmandu, Nepal. She will live her remaining three months split between an ashram and an orphanage, where she will be teaching yoga to girls who have been rescued from the sex trade. Yes, she is, without a doubt, the most amazing 18-year-old alive.
I miss her already. I’m trying not to think about it. When we hugged in the kitchen for the last time, I started crying. (Perhaps because I just want her to take me, too…) I worry about her safety. If any of you are the praying sort, you can pray for that. But more than anything else, I’m excited for her. I think she’s going to have an unbelievable half a year. So, kid. I miss you. But have fun–and SKYPE ME EVERY DAY.
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