Goodbye and thank you Morocco

My last day at the orphanage....I new it would pull at my heart strings but not to the extent that it did. As I dressed the children/babies this morning I found myself holding them a little longer kissing them a little more and looking into there big brown eyes a few extra times. These babies ....oh my god, I am so in love with each and everyone of their sweet little innocent spirits. They didnt ask to be here and they are, for good or for worse ,it is such a survival course for them. As the morning progressed , unlike the other mornings ......the hours seemed like minutes they time flew by and I hated it, my time was coming to an end. I hope with all my heart that my time here(though only a drop in a bucket) that they (babies/children) felt a little more loved a little bit more important and if only for a time a bit more safe. The nurses and care takers do an amazing job but how do you deal with this many infants ...and give them the attention they truly need? You simply don't, they have to be very rigid and very systematic to make it through any given time on any given day. Today the "twins" adoptive grandma was there to visit and that was,WOW...to see the love that she was sharing with her two grand daughters and to know they were both be leaving(next wednesday) to have a "family"! It was beautiful! Next a man came from Florida to see the son he would be taking home next week also. This was the only time we saw first hand the one on one towards the end of the adoption process and to be on our last day (already emotional)was an added bonus to this entire experience. As I fed two of the children lunch I watched each bite taken and though not eating with them got as much pleasure feeding them as they did filling up. Every act of care for them today just tore me apart. I was here I gave and they gave me back so so much. Thank you Morocco and thank you babies....I do love you and will always wonder if a pair of big brown eyes in some corner of the world is you. Laura