Today I will get to see Ana for the last time in a while. It has been a good week, and I will miss her very much while we wait the second trip. It has been good to get to know her, see her personality come through, sing to her, say psalms with her (though I cannot say them very well in her language, so we use English), and tell her about America, about Jesus, about mama, Tater, and small Porgies. She has a book of fotos, a little bunny like her brothers have, and a little owl like her brothers have. Hers does not have a name yet. Maybe Tater will make one for it when she comes home (he is the namer-of-owls, his is Owlet, his brother's is Mr. Whoo-whoo). On to the orphanage.