All of us want to be known.
We want to be known by our name.
When someone - people - know our name, it tells us that we belong - that we matter.
I was reminded of that yesterday as I was driving to pick Beni from school.
I was lost in thought.
(I miss playing the radio... I am so over Voice of America...)
As I slowed to go over a speed bump, I heard my name.
Beside the road, waiting to cross, was a young gentleman whom I met years ago.
He translated for us once upon a time.
He smiled and waved.
As I drove away, I smiled and my heart was deeply content as I was reminded once again that Rwanda is home - and I belong.
I am also grateful that I remembered Julien's name... He does matter to us.