The Best Day Ever!!

October 28, 2007

The Best Day Ever!!

We took a road trip up to the base yesterday. We had so much fun! It was like we went back home to the States for the day. We shopped at the commissary and bought a cart's worth of groceries. The highlights were oatmeal for Waverly, Wheat Thins and Captain Crunch for Matt, baking supplies for Shannon and some fun finger foods for Oliver. We also had lunch at Taco Bell - while not one of my favorite places to eat, it tasted delicious. Here are 2 photos we took (we didn't take many) of our trip. There is Matt behind the wheel and a quaint little village we drove past. Thanks to Jenn & Noah for letting us borrow your car!!

Comments

Mike and Sarah said…

I'm so glad you got to have a taste of home for the day! I remember when I was in China I stumbled across a store that sold orange pop and snickers bars. I wasn't in a westernized city, so it was a huge shock. It made me SO happy that I bought an orange pop and snickers every day for two months!

October 28, 2007 at 2:13 PM

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.