Under the Same Moon
I don't know how your weekend was, but mine was anything but normal. In fact it was so emotionally charged that my sweet hubby insisted we run away to our mountain timeshare just for some one on one time with nature and each other. Boy did I need a deep breath and some perspective.
For the last week or so, we have been keeping a close eye on Irma. It was nerve-wracking to watch it inch towards Haiti. Thankfully, as you all know, it did very little damage to the Northern coast and our kids experienced nothing more than a typical thunderstorm. But as Irma continued to move towards the U.S. and ravage other islands in the Caribbean, our flight to visit the kids was cancelled 4 separate times. And I get it...I can logically understand and accept the fact that there is an out of control hurricane destroying people's lives. I know that I will get there eventually. I am beyond grateful for our kids' safety which is of utmost importance. I'm relieved that our family and friends sustained little impact from this monster storm as well as Harvey. But for whatever reason, each cancellation kept wearing away at my momma heart.
It's now been 9 weeks since we've seen our kids and that is significantly longer than other gaps between trips. I know they're fine. Of course they could be better, but they'll be okay until we get there...until we get them home. We were lucky enough to send them videos last week through another adoptive momma who was visiting her kiddos. We got pictures and videos of the kids saying "hi" back and that they love us. ALL good things! We even sent a video of us reading "Under the Same Moon" in Creole to the kids and found out that our son Ephraim was moved to tears by the words. The amount of attachment that has formed is incredible! If you're not familiar with it, here are the words:
Even after all those amazing gifts, I couldn't shake it. I had managed to keep my composure until this weekend but I completely lost it on Saturday...full blown tears, puffy eyes, snotty, stuffy nose...the whole shabang. American Airlines had once again cancelled our flight and not only did it postpone our visit to see the kids but it required an adjustment to our Southwest flight to Denver and an overnight stay in Florida (also a fourth time). See, we originally planned to spend several days in Orlando on the back end of our trip to Haiti so we could visit Drew's sister, her hubby, and meet our three nephews (finally).
After the many cancellations from American, we agreed we would just skip Orlando this trip not knowing how the storm would impact the state. Regardless, we still had to connect in Miami and take a Southwest flight back home to Denver because American wouldn't allow us to edit our original flight in the slightest without charging us up the wazoo. By this fourth cancellation, I was so fed up, I finally just asked for a refund. They happily obliged and I moved on to looking for the next available flight to Haiti with a connection anywhere but Florida. Hah. Not as easy as it sounded...or as affordable as I'd hoped. Hence the mildly over-the-top breakdown. 😏
Despite all that, I am happy to say we finally found a Jet Blue flight routed through JFK and we are again counting the days (thankfully NOT weeks) to see our kiddos!
Thank you to everyone who has checked on us, encouraged us and asked about the kids. I have successfully left my pity party behind (thanks to Drew, no doubt) and am ready to take on the rest of this long adoption process. Now to just hope and pray for no more tropical storms or hurricanes...!!!!
For the last week or so, we have been keeping a close eye on Irma. It was nerve-wracking to watch it inch towards Haiti. Thankfully, as you all know, it did very little damage to the Northern coast and our kids experienced nothing more than a typical thunderstorm. But as Irma continued to move towards the U.S. and ravage other islands in the Caribbean, our flight to visit the kids was cancelled 4 separate times. And I get it...I can logically understand and accept the fact that there is an out of control hurricane destroying people's lives. I know that I will get there eventually. I am beyond grateful for our kids' safety which is of utmost importance. I'm relieved that our family and friends sustained little impact from this monster storm as well as Harvey. But for whatever reason, each cancellation kept wearing away at my momma heart.
It's now been 9 weeks since we've seen our kids and that is significantly longer than other gaps between trips. I know they're fine. Of course they could be better, but they'll be okay until we get there...until we get them home. We were lucky enough to send them videos last week through another adoptive momma who was visiting her kiddos. We got pictures and videos of the kids saying "hi" back and that they love us. ALL good things! We even sent a video of us reading "Under the Same Moon" in Creole to the kids and found out that our son Ephraim was moved to tears by the words. The amount of attachment that has formed is incredible! If you're not familiar with it, here are the words:
Even after all those amazing gifts, I couldn't shake it. I had managed to keep my composure until this weekend but I completely lost it on Saturday...full blown tears, puffy eyes, snotty, stuffy nose...the whole shabang. American Airlines had once again cancelled our flight and not only did it postpone our visit to see the kids but it required an adjustment to our Southwest flight to Denver and an overnight stay in Florida (also a fourth time). See, we originally planned to spend several days in Orlando on the back end of our trip to Haiti so we could visit Drew's sister, her hubby, and meet our three nephews (finally).
After the many cancellations from American, we agreed we would just skip Orlando this trip not knowing how the storm would impact the state. Regardless, we still had to connect in Miami and take a Southwest flight back home to Denver because American wouldn't allow us to edit our original flight in the slightest without charging us up the wazoo. By this fourth cancellation, I was so fed up, I finally just asked for a refund. They happily obliged and I moved on to looking for the next available flight to Haiti with a connection anywhere but Florida. Hah. Not as easy as it sounded...or as affordable as I'd hoped. Hence the mildly over-the-top breakdown. 😏
Despite all that, I am happy to say we finally found a Jet Blue flight routed through JFK and we are again counting the days (thankfully NOT weeks) to see our kiddos!
Thank you to everyone who has checked on us, encouraged us and asked about the kids. I have successfully left my pity party behind (thanks to Drew, no doubt) and am ready to take on the rest of this long adoption process. Now to just hope and pray for no more tropical storms or hurricanes...!!!!
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