This past Saturday we had a few girls over for a sleepover. We picked the girls up around 7 – and I spent the night smiling/laughing/observing about how sleepovers are similar no matter the culture, the place, the people.
1. The girls found it necessary to hang out my car windows and yell at people on the sidewalk. Always happens when YL kids are in the car.
2. We talked about boys and ate a lot of food. Standard.
3. We crafted.
4. We watched a movie.
5. We took a lot of ridiculous pictures. My favorite:
The sweetest part of the night came after dinner. The girls were sneaking around, giggling (also standard). Eventually, they blindfolded my roommate Rebeca and took her into her room. They had managed to cover her floor with rose pedals and candles, cover her with glitter, and give her presents. These girls wanted to be the first people to give her a farewell/weddingparty (she’s getting married in a couple weeks and moving to the Dominican Republic).
I felt privileged to be a part of that moment and to witness the love and relationship that resulted from Rebe sharing life with these girls. And I’m excited to continue getting to know kids here!