Stories From The Brooke

I could fill in the blank with a million words. Adorable. Fun. Genuine. Honest. Healing. They are some of my favorite people in the world & I often wonder if I like the company kids more than most adults.
Today was rough. I’m missing Belize, I’m in an emotional funk & this week has been the harbinger of quite a bit of bad news. I have felt very alone & very lonely & have not wanted the comfort & company of others. Going from 2 weeks of communal living on the mission field & 4 months of mission trip prep to nothing is a bit if a letdown, as my wise friend Jenny pointed out.
And tonight I’m babysitting her kiddos. Evie June giggled as she kissed my medallion necklace & then went into fits of laughter when she farted while we were attempting to hide from her brother. Berenger was startled when he rounded a corner & found me trying to hide in a dark corner. They both started crying when their mom told them to get ready for bed & they had not yet had a chance to play with me. We did play & they attempted to coerce me to play more instead of reading them a bedtime story. I remained resolute in reading & relished the joy of brushing Evie Junes red hair as she sat in my lap, turning the pages of the book as I read. There are few things in life as enchanting as reading a child a bedtime story.
I’m sleeping in a bunk bed that is too small for me & loving the fact that I got to “play mom” for tonight. It has been a balm to my aching heart