It’s going to rain in Ethiopia – and as I pack I’m thinking about my mom, who loved “My Fair Lady.” I know she’s doing good from the other realm, but I miss her. Every darn day. This little guy would have enjoyed major spoilage in his life from Grandma. She would have cooked bacon and eggs and served cinammon roles to her two Madison boys…and I would have loved to receive more of her wisdom and tenderness on this journey. I grieve still-and I celebrate how deeply I loved my mom. Isn’t he darling, Mom?