You know, when you live a life that gets better everyday, it's hard to write something new, because you never get past the "in-awe" state of mind. I am perpetually launched from one dream world to another, and because I am moving with Him, I am moving at what feels like the speed of light. He's still up to something, and I'm still a part of it.

I suppose I could detail the days' events, but I fear that they lack a necessary spice one can only taste firsthand. Of course, I could write with such fervor and explosive language that you cannot help but enjoy it as if you were here with me. I mean, if I told you that I love the inside jokes that I share with these kids, or the dance parties that "la petite coquine" (the little cutie) and I attend in my little studio several times each week, I would be exposing some of my favorite memories. If I wrote to you of the intense days spent at school helping Milan and Melvil stay their respective courses in education, or the long weekend mornings I spend in my oversized bed reading or writing letters, I would be revealing some of my most enjoyable activities. If I wrote to you about how much I adore these children, their laughter, their passion, I would only be reminding you of something you already know.

So, in effort to make your read a bit more pleasant, I will, from here on out, spare you of daily details, and make every attempt to revert back to my maven-like personality that is a vault of useless information. I think you will be pleasantly intrigued.