My husband served in the tiny country of Lesotho from 1977-1979. 31 years later he returns, bringing me and our two sons (12 and 10 years old) to meet his family there. Nothing felt more amazing than feeling the love his former co-workers and friends have for Kenton. As fresh and deep - like he had never left. We sensed the honor and pride in their voices and actions --we all became one family. To celebrate my husband's friend and former PC co-worker, Simon, arranged for us to travel up to his ancestorial village for lunch, pony riding and a special entertainment with his family.
This picture is just one of the many amazing pictures we took on the trip. Here, Simon (who is 70 years old) is dancing with the men in from his village. It is special because Simon, who had trouble walking and getting in and out of cars, danced. He danced like he had no pain or trouble in the world. You see, he was energized by his love and bond with my husband.