last year for the first time.
As we started up the hiking path after our 3-hour drive to the base, I saw a familiar face. I was delighted to find my little buddy John. This sweet 12-year-old accompanied
me last year when I was pregnant and hiking up the mountain. He was like
my little angel guide, giving me a tour of all the beautiful plants and
flowers and sharing some history of the place. He remembered us sharing
sandwiches and praying with him last year. I would remember his smile anywhere.