Saturday I woke up full of happiness because I believe Jorge and I have found our church home. The happiness was short lived. While I was getting dressed for our walk for exercise Jorge was having a conversation with his Mama & something told me I wouldn't like what came out of the conversation. Jorge's Dad was going to Sylvia and Popayan for business and to check on the farm they have in the area. Jorge decided to go with his Dad and they were leaving me and his Mom behind. His Mom had a dentist appointment on Monday, and had suffered a recent fall that damaged her back and didn't think she could make the trip. His mom speaks very little English, I speak very little Spanish. The idea of being locked up in the apartment in Cali with no one to talk to in English was not my idea of fun. Plus I've only been here a month and a half and he is off on a guys boys trip? I was steaming the whole walk, but decided not to say anything about it. I get Jorge wanted to help his Dad and I didn't want to be selfish. I actually don't think I was totally over being upset over him leaving me till Sunday Morning when we both were awake at three o'clock in the morning and Jorge said he was hungry and so we got up and make breakfast. He was like a little sleepy boy and my anger just melted. So around five thirty we said our goodbye and I went back to sleep.
I woke up around nine thirty hungry. I couldn't call Jorge cause his Mom was using the phone. Waiting that hour to be able to call him made me miss him even more. By the time I called I was soooo glad to hear his voice. He was safe at his Uncles where he'd had a second breakfast. We talked about his Uncle and the grill he and his father were picking up and how much we missed each other. It took me back to our first phone calls when Jorge would call from prison and we'd talk and hang up cause time was up and he'd call back a little later. The whole day I'd call, we'd talk fifteen minutes or so then hang up and wait for the next call. Once I called and he sounded out of breath. He'd just been down in the pasture with Maria, (a woman who once was the family housekeeper and who is the sweetest person) picking raspberries. We'd pick berries with Maria a few weeks earlier when we were at the farm together. Jorge sounded so happy and full of energy. I love that about him. He is a truly happy and content person, cleaning the house, putting a grill together, picking berries joy flows from him. I was overwhelmed with love thinking of him and Maria walking through the pastures in search of wild berries. I thought about our berry picking adventure and how he ate as many as he put in the bucket. I couldn't help but smile.
I hated the thought of our parting, and it was a hard day without him, but in a strange way it has made me love and appreciate him more. I love him for the little boy he is picking berries, and for the thoughtful man who wanted to help his Dad. I love him from head to toe, for the man he is. I can't wait for him to get back to me tomorrow but if this day without him made me appreciate him more-than it was worth it. Even if I will hate going to sleep tonight without his shoulder to sleep on.
I woke up around nine thirty hungry. I couldn't call Jorge cause his Mom was using the phone. Waiting that hour to be able to call him made me miss him even more. By the time I called I was soooo glad to hear his voice. He was safe at his Uncles where he'd had a second breakfast. We talked about his Uncle and the grill he and his father were picking up and how much we missed each other. It took me back to our first phone calls when Jorge would call from prison and we'd talk and hang up cause time was up and he'd call back a little later. The whole day I'd call, we'd talk fifteen minutes or so then hang up and wait for the next call. Once I called and he sounded out of breath. He'd just been down in the pasture with Maria, (a woman who once was the family housekeeper and who is the sweetest person) picking raspberries. We'd pick berries with Maria a few weeks earlier when we were at the farm together. Jorge sounded so happy and full of energy. I love that about him. He is a truly happy and content person, cleaning the house, putting a grill together, picking berries joy flows from him. I was overwhelmed with love thinking of him and Maria walking through the pastures in search of wild berries. I thought about our berry picking adventure and how he ate as many as he put in the bucket. I couldn't help but smile.
I hated the thought of our parting, and it was a hard day without him, but in a strange way it has made me love and appreciate him more. I love him for the little boy he is picking berries, and for the thoughtful man who wanted to help his Dad. I love him from head to toe, for the man he is. I can't wait for him to get back to me tomorrow but if this day without him made me appreciate him more-than it was worth it. Even if I will hate going to sleep tonight without his shoulder to sleep on.
