Last Monday our bus pulled up to the chosen location in Honduras for our "Child-Sponsor Fun Day." We arrived before the children and waited for their buses to pull in. When the first one pulled up next to ours, we searched frantically for a glimpse of our children-the children were doing the same in search of their sponsors. Then I saw her. This ADORABLE dark haired beauty. I made eye contact and began to wonder if that was my little Laura. I only had 1 photograph of her with her hair pulled up. This darling little girl had long curly hair and the smile of an angel. Just as I was questioning her identity, she held up a sign. A sign with my name on it. This certainly was my Laura. I waved and her smile brightened as she waved back. I blew her a kiss and she returned one of her own. My heart melted.
We spent the day on the beach building sand castles and swimming in the ocean. We played in the pool and the girls slid down the slides with great joy. Her beautiful smile just captured my heart.
At the end of the day, when we were walking to the buses, she tugged on our translator's shirt, "Tell her that I love her." Again she tugged on her shirt, "Tell her that I love her very much." Her insistence that the translator tell me over and over again was one of the most precious gifts a child could give. I simply wished I would never have to let go of this little angel God has brought into my life.