Six years ago, our teenage boys sat outside learning how to whittle—not with wood, but with bars of soap. They carved little replicas of the big wooden pilos we use here in Mozambique to pound peanuts and maize into flour. I still remember their laughter as they proudly showed off their tiny “tools.” Today, those boys are grown—graduates, husbands, fathers. It’s moments like these that remind me: seeds planted in ordinary days grow into deep roots, carrying life into the next generation. 🌱 | An