It Feels Like Autumn In July!!

It Feels Like Autumn In July!!

Hello everyone. I took this picture of Wavey this morning. She wanted to wear her

"puppy dog" shirt. It is super chilly here - it feels more like fall weather than the end of July. I didn't believe it when I read it rarely gets over 70 degrees, but it is true. We have been busy preparing for our upcoming move. We will soon see some of the items we packed away well over a year ago when we moved out of our home in Ohio. It will feel a little like Christmas for us. I am hoping to see our new apartment tonight. I will be up in the neighborhood getting together with some friends at a local pub. This will be my first night out since we arrived in London, so I am VERY excited. Oliver slept a second night in his crib and it was wonderful. Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANA!!! (I forgot to include that in last night's post.)

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Ellen said…

okay, seriously - i think i'm on to you. is that a mini boden shirt?

July 26, 2007 at 9:39 AM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.