David headed off to the city Monday morning; to pick up stationary from the Ministry of Education, for the official Ugandan exams which will begin in a little over a week. A quick several day trip that did not warrant the hassle or expense of all of us going - especially as we are savoring our last week with the Masso family and preparing emotionally for the goodbyes over the next four days.

Life goes on, though. Monday night my book study group joined me to hear more of Captivating together. I reveled in having real friends to fellowship with, to share my time away from David with. We ate, talked and discussed till ten pm leaving me too tired to miss David much. And I was SO not alone. As I headed off to bed by 11 the drums of Eid started, reminding me that I am more surrounded than I ever needed to be. Ramadan has ended, the celebrations begin.
I got to spend the last few days being somewhat in charge of school, the go-to woman: the woman with the keys: the woman with the money: the woman with the ear of The H/M. Someday, maybe, I’ll have a life of my own.
Now here we are, two days later and David has driven in, filling our house back up with life and joy because some of us are just not enough. The kids are overcome with their need to share every minutes with him and I am eager to tell him what CSB is like without its’ headmaster!

We survived; Muslim holiday, rowdy chapel service, escaping rabbits, and suspended students returning to threaten others, notwithstanding. And we are the stronger for having done so.