“I can’t wait to meet you, Aunt Meg! Mommy tell me I’m like you in some ways.” People seem surprised at how distant my family is from each other. Kirk and I live in St. Louis. My parents live in London. My oldest sister, Rinnie, in Orlando. My brother, Wil, in North Carolina. Meg, in Tanzania. And Anna, in Tennessee. Everyone in my family has met my daughter except Meg, and she won’t get to meet her until Joanna’s about one and a half years old. It makes me tear up and want to cry. But at the same time, I am so happy for Meg to be doing what she’s so good at and loves so much. I suppose this is the life of an MK in a way, family so far apart. It’s strange for me to be on this side of it, the one left in the States. We’re hoping to some day have a big family reunion in Kenya, hopefully at this great place called Turtle Bay. I love my home in St. Louis, but sometimes the African in my wakes up and I long to be back “home” where the weather and the produce is perfect. Well, I sat down at the computer to look at Kirk’s new blog entry and somehow ended up writing this and crying. It’s 9:44 and past my bedtime.