Grow, flowers, grow.

     You're my field of flowers. 

I'll plant and then watch you grow. 

My love may not be the best, 

or even near perfected, 

but still I will sow.

Oh, how I love you so.

Please,

GROW, FLOWERS, GROW.

The best is yet to come.

Alright. I've been back for over a week now. I've had my ups and my down, of missing my little girls and the missionaries that had become family over the past two months, and then being excited to see my friends and my family here in The States.  I'm being torn in different direction to say the least. But after an overwhelming week of being back in The States I've come to a conclusion... The best is yet to come. That's all I can say. I know a lot of people would like a detailed recap of my trip, but I can't do it. Not now anyways. But I can tell you that my life has been changed for the better, and I've learned so much more about myself and the world around me. I wouldn't trade the last two months for anything.