Many of you have been with me in this journey from the time our first babies started to make their presence known. David arrived first, then Johnny.
Johnny, who now is known as John, came to Urukundo when he was 3 months old. He was our second baby to arrive. As soon as baby Johnny got his legs working and could walk to my house, he would pick a flower along the way and bring it to me. He always found the prettiest flower, usually from my flower garden. Johnny is now 11 years old. Through the years, he never stopped bringing me flowers. I love them and him.
Celebrating my 90th birthday was special. Josephine, his foster mom, helped him to continue in this flower tradition. On my birthday morning before he went to school, John brought me beautiful flowers. He wrote a message in the card saying, “Thank you for being my mother.”
Thank you, John, for being my son.
Excuse the bed hair!