Mom and Dad

10/09/14
Traveling really takes it out of you. I have been crashing in the evenings around 8pm and then waking up around 3am. So here I am at 5am, sitting in my apartment in the quite of the morning, writing to you.

I met up with Katie, Nicole and Nathan in Chicago and we all flew to Istanbul where we were going to meet the Waids and fly to Dhaka together. However, the Waids’ plane from New York had to land in Ireland for some sick passengers. So they ended up missing the flight. We went on without them. Once we arrived in Dhaka we got through customs easily, grabbed our bags, and then realized we didn't know how we were going to be picked up. Luckily Katie had the phone number of Simpson who lived at the dental clinic; we just needed to find a phone to use. After about a half hour of searching we found a cell phone to barrow, and were picked up 30 minutes later. Caleb was already at the dental clinic. We got to take showers and ate a wonderful breakfast. Because there was already a van waiting to take us to the orphanage we went on without the Waids. Driving in Bangladesh is crazy! Cars technically drive on the left side of the road but really you drive wherever, pass as many cars as you can and use your horn to tell others you are coming. Every time I was about to drift off to sleep the horn would jolt me awake.

After many hours/days of traveling we finally made it. The kids were all lined up to meet us with their big smiles. It was precious to see. However, you could tell they were disappointed that mom and dad, the Waids, were not there. The next day we helped decorate for when the Waids would get here. It was fun. We got to talk with the ladies who worked at Banglahope. The whole day the kids would ask, “When are mommy and daddy going to get here?” or say, “Did you know mom and dad are coming today?” It was so sweet. Once the Waids got here the big celebration began. The kids were beaming with joy. Mom and dad were home.

Everyone needs a mom and dad, someone to look up to, someone that loves them unconditionally. God had many names, but my favorite is Father.