In the midst of running out of the house every morning with barely a cuppa coffee, to missed lunches, grabbing whatever food comes your way, phone calls saying that you will be late coming home yet again. Amongst everyday frustrations on how the nitty-gritties of work can overshadow the real purpose of it, somehow something good does happen. And it all shows in this woman's smile
, and yours at the end of a trip to Congo.
And now its back to work
again. Another crisis on its way, and I strongly suspect you like this running in the face of probable solutions.
And as I am writing this, I realize that the tone sounds restrained, but then no one sees this wide smile on my face and quiet pride in my heart as I type this note for you.