Like many adoptive moms, when I left Guatemala with Olivia, I left a little piece of my heart behind. The piece of my heart that embraced such an ancient culture. The piece of my heart that fell in love with a beautiful country. The piece of my heart that could not believe such poverty exists. The piece of my heart that will be eternally grateful to Liv's Birth Mother. The piece of my heart that aches for Liv's biological brother and sisters. That piece of my heart has been so heavy this week.
I just can't comprehend the devastation, and I find myself stuck to the computer for any bit of information. Here are three websites that I have been turning too.
Oh how I wish I could hop the next flight to Guatemala.