My husband and I never do things the traditional way. Take, for example, our 2010 World Cup-inspired mission trip to South Africa. I mean, what better way to celebrate your first year of marriage than with vuvuzelas and chicken feet, right?
When I reflect on this adventure, I think back to the dozens of questions that the village children asked me each morning.
“I hear there is a bin for paper, plastic, and tin. Is this true?”
“How old are you?”
And perhaps my favorite of all: “Are you married to the scientist?”
The wonder in their eyes was almost tangible. And, in full transparency, their attention made me feel like a million dollars. I want to see the world this way.
But, alas, I was forced to return to my old life, my old habits, my old attitudes. And only in my matured adult years have I come to see that that perfect African sunset was never meant to be left behind – it was designed to become a part of me.