on safari. . .

over the past 10 years, we have had some amazing safaris, having the Maasai Mara as close to our house as Atlanta was in America is pretty helpful. I laughed though, last week, when Madeline was looking through old safari pictures and she mused to herself, “Dad is a better photographer now than he was . . .” The word safari means journey in Kiswahili, and as we drove around the Mara with my Aunt Denise and Uncle John, searching for beauty, it was a moment to think about all we have seen and just how far we have come. I never thought of David getting better at photography, but here we are.

We see the search differently as we drive around – the drives have less frantic intensity and more discovery. They are full of memories . . .ones being made, and others being recalled and relived. This safari will forever be deemed the leopard safari . . .Karibu tena into our latest safari. . .

The second night of our safari, I went to pick Belle from the tent and the guard with us said to be quiet because he thought a new leopard was close by. Belle exited the tent quickly and then after a couple minutes of shining a spotlight into the tree 10 feet from our porch we saw a leopard sprint into the brush nearby. I loved seeing the leopard, but even more the ecstatic joy on our daughter’s face.

May the journey continue. . .