Legs on a table

I think I've created a monster with this blog. You guys are so faithful and loyal to check and see how we're doing, it's been hard not to blog over the last few days, especially when so much is going on. I'll try and just highlight the interesting moments and throw in a few pics here and there to keep you coming back!

While sitting in church this morning I had a feeling of completion. I thought of the card table my parents had for us when we were kids and how there was the slightest sense of satisfaction as the fourth leg clicked into place and we were onto game time or coloring time or whatever. This week has been FULL, to say the least, and this morning I felt the fourth leg click into place.

The first leg would be home. Home being defined as Russ, the dogs, Eliot in his room with his toys, in his highchair, etc. My bed, my laundry machines, my dishwasher (praise God!), etc. How great are garbage disposals? Daisy is Eliot's new obsession and prefers to watch Sammie over playing with any of the new fun toys in the house.



The second leg would be friends and family. From the wonderful greeting at the airport to the swinging front door of our house this week, it's been so good for my heart to see everyone. I've been getting calls and emails of greetings from those who haven't been able to stop by yet. (Which I promise to return once my head stops spinning...)




The third leg would be American culture. My first restaurant to hit was Texas Roadhouse. I needed some serious red meat. Probably sounds gross to some of you but I'd only eaten red meat about 4 times in the last 8 months! We hit Ted Drew's and the Zoo one day. Russ and I went on a date to a movie and a quick walk around the mall one night while his parents took care of Eliot.






The fourth leg would be my church community. I desperately missed it. It was so great to hear the message in English, and to sing in English among all those who've been praying and supporting us along this journey. Not to mention hearing a batch of scripture read aloud by Anton to begin his message. I could listen to him read a manual to a water heater and feel led to praise the Lord! (He's from South Africa) As I sat in service my thoughts went to this whole process from the first conversation that Russ and I had about deciding to start a family, through all the decisions with infertility, to moving forward with the adoption. Each of those decisions was prayed for and about in that church with those people. Ironically (or not so ironically) the message by our associate pastor this morning was on unity. Weird, huh?

We're glad to home. I'm glad to be yelling at Sammie as I type this to stop eating Eliot's toys. I do have to share, though, that I did get a little weepy this morning as I met friends at Starbucks and they had a whole display of Antigua, Guatemala coffee.