Bittersweet

I watched 3 years of our croc collecting drive away today. The entire van was full of crocs with literally room for only the driver. Who's getting them you ask? Our friends, Clay and Amy with Just One:Africa. They get to go to Kenya multiple times a year and have a lot more money than we do and therefore we gave them to them to distribute to the Kenyan children.
Bitter - I didnt get to distribute them myself and see those eyes brighten and smiles widen
Sweet - at least they are still going to African children which is what we wanted. Not Burundian children, but at least African.

Missing Burundi

I don't exactly know why my heart hurts today in regards to Burundi. Maybe it's because we are about to give all of the pairs of Crocs we have to our friends who work in Kenya. Maybe it's because I'm not the one who gets to hand them out. Maybe it's because we aren't going to be doing Crocs anymore... ok so there are lots of reasons for my heart to be sad and miss Burundi. I really dont know if Africa will ever be an option again. What a wonderful trip that was. Going with my bestie, my husband paying our way... it was literally a dream come true. I'm glad the shoes will be going to other African children I just wish I was taking them to Burundi instead.

I dont even know if we will ever get back to Haiti to check up on our new awesome project. I just dont know what the future holds. (enter cliche) But I know Who holds the future, right?

Round Two - Ding!

First anticipated payback for our new set of loans was this past week and get this... 100% return. What.the.heck. Do you mean to tell me that not all Haitians are greedy, ungrateful brats? Yep. Apparently you just gotta know where to find them. Nick is kicking butt and taking names all while he has become the mayor of his town and continuing to go to law school where he is studying international law.
A couple weeks ago, or probably more than that, he let us know his computer is barely functioning and we asked him to see if he could find someone to fix it. The thing was literally coming apart at the hinges. The battery wouldn't hold a charge and the keyboard didnt work. Lol. Typical Haiti. So the poor man has been looking for someone who could fix it b.c computers are expensive in Haiti and he wasnt able to find someone who had the parts, and truthfully.. after I read the above it just needed to be taken out to the pasture and shot... or scrapped for parts (in the computer world).

Alisha tells me to look at our bank account and see if we can afford to buy him a new one. And lo and behold, wonders never cease, praise God hallelujah, we have plenty of money in our bank account. Which makes me go (I'm not that great technically so you kinda gotta fast forward to the part where dude opens the front door.

We have enough for Nick's salary for an entire year and then some. Again, insert the below video footage into your thinking. I know, right?!