Ethiopia has been on my mind lately. With the third anniversary of our "home for good" day, and Mother's Day (always a beautiful, humbling, mixed up emotional mess of a day for me), and some reconnecting with families we met while in the adoption process, my heart has been tugged back toward the sweet days we spent there. A few weeks ago we took an overnight trip to the mountains with some good friends, and while hiking with Hampton and six other little ones in tow, I caught a whiff of something that was very definitely Ethiopia. Keith confirmed, and we had a few moments of sweet nostalgia. My friend took a sniff and declared it was spoiled milk. Well, spoiled milk mixed with nature might be the very sweetest smell in the world for me.
Hampton got in on the shoot, too, wearing Gus' smallest outfit. (Poor baby may have inherited my pasty complexion.)