The moment when you step off the plane and realize... They are here.
The moment you step out of baggage claim and all those next to you frantically look for their names on paper... And your eyes find your family.
The moment you realize that because of the fair and the traffic and an accident and your taxi stuck in the middle of it means your time with your kids may be cut short... It is surprisingly peaceful.
The moment you step onto the school property and are told, "Wait here" and so you begin your search for your babies from your assigned position... It is a stunted emotional high.
The moment they see you and your eyes meet and they come bolting towards you so hard and so fast they nearly take the wind out of you when they hit you with their hug... It is perfect.
The moment Deborah says, "Auntie, remember how at Auntie Katy and Uncle Bubba's how I couldn't swim? Now I am a good swimmer and even I know all the strokes!" ... You beam.
The moment it's time to go and they are physically pulling you and won't let you leave... It is painful, for two reasons...
The moment Charity looks at your eyes and says, "Auntie let me wipe away for you your tears like you used to wipe mine," and gently catches your face and uses her thumbs to dry your cheeks... It is hilarious and can only result in more tears.
The moment you walk away and know... Even though it was so short, it was totally worth it.
following Jesus with a bag on a bus
Beautifully written! Love the layout too! You put everything so simple that I felt I was right there with you!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for my turn to say the same things and yet for now I am living vicariously through you! :) Bless you Child, Bless you! ;)