Our poor baby was so lost and sleep deprived before we put him on a plane, we really had no hope. So, on the morning we left, we woke him up at 3:30 and headed to the airport. He was fussy and tired and we thought surely he’d sleep on the plane. We boarded at 5:30 and he played with buckles the entire flight. He finally fell asleep while we were walking to our next gate and took a short hour long nap…. and then we boarded the next flight. According to his schedule, he should have slept for an hour in the middle and then for 3 hours at the end of the flight. Nope. Didn’t happen. He just screamed bloody murder for 30 minutes, slept for maybe that long, then went crazy for the rest of the flight. He climbed from my lap to the carseat to Josh’s lap and back. He wouldn’t eat anything. He wouldn’t let us put a show on for him. It was the longest flight of my life. For real.
I have lots of pictures to upload…. but at some point when I did an update to my computer, iPhoto stopped working. And we’re packing up everything we own and moving back to the states. And it was Christmas. And I’m just tired.
So, someday soon I’ll get things updated and have lots of pictures to share with you, but until then…
I obviously didn’t even make it halfway. Oops. I apparently need to work on follow through :) At least the last day I did do was a good one…. maybe that was enough to carry me through to Thanksgiving.
Anyway. In the time in between, I went to a ladies retreat, we celebrated Thanksgiving, found out Lincoln has a peanut allergy, and said goodbye to our besties for a few weeks while they vacation in the states. So, it’s a complete mixture of happy and sad around here. As of today, we have 26 days left before this chapter of our life closes and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Most days, I just kid of pretend like it’s not happening. But then, there are the boxes and suitcases that are starting to fill up the empty space in our apartment. And the sad conversations with my best friend here every time we hang out and acknowledge that we only get to see each other a few more times. Don’t get me wrong, I miss life in America. It’s easy and comfortable and I know how to cook and there are childcare options at the church and the gym and family is close….. but I seriously never thought we would live there again. I thought we would just pop in for a few months here and there, hang out with people, then come back. The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.
Now, on to the funny stories of the day:
1. We went to our best friends’ house today and made mexican food for them :) We’ve been trying to make it happen for a while and finally we’re all available and healthy (enough), so we made enchiladas and salsa and took a big bag of chips. As Josh is finishing up with the enchiladas, my friend and I hear him yell, “LINCOLN,” followed by a thud. Needless god say, I jumped up and ran…. and there’s Lincoln, screaming, covered in salsa. He had pulled the table cloth… and dumped the salsa everywhere. I COULD NOT stop laughing. And he was so terrified. I’m so bummed I didn’t get a picture, but he was just so upset! But man it was funny.
2. I got on the elevator when we got home and our new neighbor got in with me. She said, “So, you’re leaving, huh?” Yes, yes we are, neighbor who’s been here for 2 weeks. Glad news travels fast! At least it stopped being creepy a while ago.
Today I’m thankful for rain. In a few months, I may not be so thankful…. but it finally rained today. I think it’s been a few months. There’s just something about a cold rainy November day. This is what it’s supposed to feel like in late fall. And I love it.
Today I’m thankful that the our victory in Christ is sure. Sometimes it feels like we’re fighting and fighting and never gain any ground, but there will be an end to the striving, and when that day comes, we can rejoice that He has won.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing, were not the right man on our side, the man of God’s own choosing. Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is he; Lord Sabaoth, his name, From age to age the same, And he must win the battle.
Today I’m thankful for fall weather. It took so long to get here, and I’m still not sure if it’s here to stay yet, but it’s so nice out! I can finally wear long sleeves! This is totally my favorite time of year.
Today was not a great day. We got some bad news tacked on to what was already bad enough news…. and then found out some bad news regarding a friend. And Lincoln woke up at 6.30, then barely napped for an hour. It’s been a long, hard day. And days like this are why I decided to do this whole month of thanks. Things have been pretty stinky lately and I really need to think at least on one thing each day, no matter how small or petty it may seem, that I can be thankful for and have a heart of gratitude towards the God from whom all blessings flow.
So, despite being bummed tonight, I am thankful that we put a fork in Lincoln’s hand and he went to town. It was so cute! We’ve honestly not given him utensils much because it’s just so messy and he usually eats things he can just pick up. But, I thought, why not? We eat eggs and pancakes with a fork, so let’s just see what he does. He ate like a champ! And he was so excited :)
Soooo, on November 10 I’m thankful that Lincoln has gotten to spend his first months here, where he can run around Starbucks for an hour flirting with all the college girls and have a blast. Don’t get me wrong, we’ll probably let him run around when we can in the States…. but I don’t think it will be so well received as it is here. People just grab him and he hangs out at their table for a while. And he eats it all up! He is such a ham.
And for today, November 11, I’m thankful for grace that covers even misunderstandings in language… even my native tongue. Why communication has to be so difficult sometimes, I’m not sure, but at least there is grace that covers even that.
I’m thankful, today, that Josh comes home :) This is the longest we’ve been apart since we got married 4.5 years ago…. and probably, actually, since we got engaged. His flight doesn’t land until 10ish and then it’ll be a while til he makes it back… I just hope I can stay awake so I don’t have to wait til tomorrow morning to see him!