At this time, 2 years ago, I would be spending a near sleepless night on the floor of the Canadian Embassy in Port au Prince with 20 angels... helping with diapers. Drying tears. Rocking restless children. Children who had no idea that the very next day, they would be in the arms of their families.
And I had no idea just how changed I would be once I put that little boy in his mother's arms. As I surveyed a room full of joyful families. As I stepped out of the terminal and boarded a plane home, leaving the place that had forever claimed a piece of my heart. Almost unfairly, walking away from the devastation back into my comfortable life.

Each day since has been different. Driven by a dream that started in that beautiful country, once I took the tiny, chocolate brown hand of a child...