Grateful

I need to post quickly and share about my morning. We headed over to Victory this morning for a few hours. We are home right now to eat and pack and clean up, and then we are heading back for bedtime and to say our goodbyes. We walked into the orphanage and sat down with some kids, and Niramala (Anusha's mother) walked up to us with three bags. She didn't say a word, just put one on each of our laps and then went back to business taking care of the babies. We opened the bags and realized that she and Anusha had gotten gifts for us all, as a thank you for helping out, I guess, and for getting Anusha an outfit a few days ago, and her birthday celebration. Chelsea was given a ring, and Sarah and I got saris. They were beautiful and it almost brought tears to my eyes. We had done so little for them. And they have so little, and yet thought of us in this way. It was a very humbling moment where the best word to describe how I felt was grateful. Niramala is mother to ten children she cares for. She is mother to April, and her being there is what is comforting me most as I leave. About ten ayahs crowded in the room to watch us try on the saris, and then we took about a zillion photos (each ayah wanted a photo with us) before turning on the music and having a dance party with all the children in the room, and the ayahs! Before our photos, they smoothed out our hair and got us ready for having our picture taken. About five women crowded around each of us, trying to make us beautiful! They even put red nail polish on our fingernails, but just on the left hand. Women here don't wear nail polish on the right hand because that hand is for eating. Even those ayahs that usually drive us nuts seemed a little more bearable as we were all just feeling so happy. I know I will always remember both Niramala and Anusha, and I hope we can somehow keep in touch. They are truly good, good, good people.