Friday, December 11, 2009
There's No Place Like Home
Call me Dorothy. I'm wearing ruby slippers today chanting "there's no place like home". You just can't appreciate how truly blessed you are until you've spent time away.
I've gotten to snuggle by a fire with my crew at home, sleep in my own bed, wash my own clothes, drive myself where I needed to go, prepare my own food, . . . simple things that I have been aching to do the past two weeks. I'm not even going to think about my to-do list that is longer than Santa's. Brad leaves for Guatemala Sunday morning so this weekend we're just going to enjoy our time as a family.
I was so proud of Brad and the kids for how well they handled things while I was gone. Everyone was alive (including the tree frogs), the house was in order, and Brad had even hung some Christmas lights outside to greet me when I came home. The only thing that was neglected was the lint tray in the dryer, but that means that someone was doing laundry. Whooo hooo!
The only cloud on my yellow brick road is that Daniel still isn't here to make memories with us. But we did get great news that we finally got our signatures on our certifications. A paralegal is in Chimaltenango right now with the hopes of quickly getting Daniel's new birth certificate.
One pot of gold at the end of this rainbow is the sweet time Daniel and I had. I was able to talk to him on the phone last night and I can tell that there's a special bond that wasn't there just two weeks ago. As much as I hate to see Brad go, I know he'll also get this rare one-on-one time to get to know his new son. It's pure gold.
Thanks for your continued love and prayers.