A year ago today we were flying across Africa for the first time, destined for our new home in DRC.  The sun has risen – and set – 365 times since then. C is contentedly eating her lunch with Romani, I’m standing at the kitchen counter eating red beans and rice with smoked sausage leftovers (yum) as Miller gazes hopefully my way. B is on his way home (hooray for half-day Friday). We are surrounded by awesome people from all corners of the world and from all walks of life who have heard our stories, our complaints, and our laughter, and have brought us moments that we will savour for the rest of our lives. We’re ready to start this round the sun journey again and can’t wait to see what it brings.