A captured moment, relived.

Yesterday I was looking for a few recipes we got while in Ethiopia from the cooks at the guest house, and came across the journal entries I made after meeting Gabe ad Mia's birth mother. I started to read, and remember, and soon could not read anything through the tears in my eyes. I had forgotten how profound an effect that meeting had on me. I have not forgotten her, but small details had faded, from the meeting itself. Rereading my thoughts and impressions of the day brought it all rushing back, and I was there again, the memories clear and crisp, the feel, the smells, the feelings all of it was there again. I am so glad that I wrote it all down that evening, every little detail and memory, because I know that one day Amelia and Gabe will read those words, and they too will go back, and they will see, through my memories, that captured moment in time.