Seems funny that this day, the first full day with all six kids under one roof, should seem so .... ordinary. I don't know what I'm expecting. Ticker tape parade? Sparklers and streamers? News reporters banging on my doors and windows? Instead of that scene I have this one: Patrick and Borya, my 13 yr olds, playing x-box. Duh. Daniel asleep on the couch while Bella's eyes are glued to Tom and Jerry on the TV. Another big duh. Rosie and Julia still sleeping at 9 on a Sat morning (need I say it again?). Again, I'm not sure what I thought our first morning home together as a family of 8 would be like, but after all the angst of the last three months, the year-long paperchase to prepare the doc-oo-ments, the three years spent writing to Borya and hoping and dreaming and praying to find a way to bring him home, and the two years prior to that of trying to track him down after he left the Detsky Dom, I guess I just thought this moment would be more remarkable looking from the outside. You know, God light streaming in the windows, Mormmon Tabernacle Choir music filling the air and all of us floating through the house glowing from the inside. That kind of thing. Not ordinary people going about their morning doing ordinary things without a speck of introspection going on. But then again, maybe this scene unfolding about me on this Saturday morning is the holiest of all. When you come right down to it, all of the "holiness" in our lives is made up of the small, I'll say it again - ordinary - things that take place time and time again without notice, without any kind of fanfare. We look at the big things in our worlds while failing to notice the small, seemingly insignificant things happening all around us.
New Year's Resolution? Notice and live for the "small things".
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Isn't that the strangest thing about life changing experiences. I cried when I saw the picture you posted with your posting. That is exactly what you are feeling, but what is happening, REAL life. Just ordinary real life.
Congratulations on having a normal Saturday morning.
2009 should be the year I travel to Kazakhstan to become a mummy for the first time. Thank you for sharing your story with me.
God bless.
"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return."
Lori, that poem is beautiful. Who wrote it?
It is funny that you post this- I thought to myself last night - I wonder what their first morning with their new family will be like- and my question was answered! My mom always says- you can tell fate is fate because everything falls perfectly into place...
I can't come to your blog anymore without tearing up!!! It may be an ordinary Saturday, but one I'm sure you won't soon forget!!
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