Twenty years ago today, Andrew, the kids and I stepped off of a plane in the Dayton airport and began our lives together as a family. The kids' caseworker and Thomas's foster mother joined us as well. It was a very long day of flying across the country. In fact, when we first got on the airport, Thomas was having some breathing issues, and they weren't sure he was going to be allowed to get on the plane. At the last minute though, they got on, and we all arrived home to friends and family who were waiting at the airport for us. I'll write about our first week over the next several days. It's actually a bit of a doozy of a story!
Tomorrow, we are sharing a meal with the kids, my mom (possibly my sister), and our dear friends who shared so much with our since the very beginning and are the kids' godparents. We've decided this will be the last really big celebration we do. This date will ALWAYS be a blessing to our family, but my kiddos are living their own lives in their own homes now.
The rest of our lives are moving right along. Our Thursday and Friday were normal, but Andrew had delays both of those days. It's been absolutely frigid. Today Andrew had to work at 8am, and won't be home until about 10. Tomorrow is our rescheduled annual church meeting, and then our family dinner. This is the time of year I prefer to just hunker down and hang out at home, but life doesn't work that way. Regardless, I'm so grateful for this life, especially today!