I can still remember our trip to pick him up. So many details stand out in my mind with a clarity that is surprising. Surprising because I am sitting here struggling to recall what I had for lunch yesterday however, I remember the sight, smell and feel of holding John for the very first time.
I recall the panic that I experienced when we learned the airport in Guatemala was closed and we would not in fact be picking up our son that day. We arrived the day after, it was a one day air traffic controllers strike.
I recall the outfit I was wearing when we went to the US Embassy in Guatemala City to finalize our paperwork to bring John home. And what he wore too.
I remember riding in a cab through the city, holding John on my lap and praying that we were not going to die on my first day as a mom.
I remember eating at Hacienda Real (my favorite restaurant anywhere) with Mark and John under the stars and thinking that I had never been happier.
I remember holding John as he fell asleep in my arms after hours and hours of him crying and telling him, that I loved him more than he would ever know.
I remember walking into the Atlanta airport and the hearing the customs agent say 'Welcome Home' and wanting to weep or hug him. I'm pretty sure I was crying. And that hugging him wasn't a good idea.
But mostly I remember, being in awe. Of thanking God for giving me this child to parent and praying that I would do a good job. That I would be worthy of the gift I had been given.
I had to beg and plead with him to get him to pose for this picture. It sounds weird he said. I asked him to do it for me. Then I offered him a cupcake and a cookie. But I think the price was totally right to get a picture marking this milestone in our journey as a family.
1 comment:
look at his smile. You're certainly a worthy momma, Anne. your children are loved and so are you, by them! your post brings back all those memories of our pick up trip too.
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