The moment the wheels hit the tarmac, the tears that strained behind my eyes were jolted to the surface.
My journey to Africa began before I even knew it... the first moment my Mom set her feet down on African soil. I didn't know it then, but she was already figuring out how she could share this place with me. She ached to share the experience in a way larger than a scrapbook, or even a detailed re-telling.
Just short of a year ago, her inkling became a whisper, and we dared to dream that a trip might be sooner than later. All those months have now passed and another part of a dream, her dream, has been realized.
Walking down the steps of the plane... we both took in a deep breath, and inhaled the smoky air. The smokiness that she had told me about, and I was waiting for.