I'm blogging on the same computer, but now I am doing it from our very own sofa in our very own family room. Our three precious sons are upstairs asleep in their beds, and I am overwhelmed with gratitude to God for this whirlwind of the past three weeks plus one day.
We're home!!!
Flying was fine. It was a long day and I am beat, and I don't know if the flying part of this story is really all that interesting. Noah turned out to be a pretty good flyer. I wasn't sure what to expect after his meltdown in the Tegucigalpa airport waiting to board, and his full-on temper tantrum when I buckled the seat belt around him prior to takeoff, but other than those very loud episodes, it was amazingly good. Of course, I had to be on my A game all.the.time. One usually is with a toddler anyway, but confined to the small space of the airplane seats and doing all the stuff that is necessary in an airport, it was bumped up to a whole other league. But it worked out fine, and people actually said to me after the flights that they thought he behaved very well.
I can't believe we are actually home. Praise God is all I can say. Day 22 and our adventure has run the full course. We are all five of us under one roof, and we will be family forever.
No way did I ever think it would move that fast. I seriously was planning on it being six or seven weeks. I guess God is a better organizer than I am. :D
Seriously though, it was all just God getting everything to happen the way it did. I can't figure out how it was possible that it went that quick, other than we got a good start by signing the adoption decree on day 2 of the trip, and the fact that we were working with the two most amazing Honduran women of all time: Ileana and Marta. And maybe God thought that three years, two months, and four weeks was enough time for this adoption story to be written. We had a super quick pickup trip, and a seriously long wait getting to that point.
It's all good.
It's all God.