Snow in London!!

Snow in London!!

We're home!! We arrived in London very early this morning. The kids did a beautiful job on the plane. They both had dinner and looked at books for a bit, and then spent the rest of the time sleeping. We all just woke up from a 5 hour nap....maybe not such a great idea, but we were all in dire need of sleep. We will see what tonight holds for us. It was snowing when we landed. We haven't had any snow here all winter! But it was snowing big, beautiful flakes this morning. The trees were covered, although it wasn't sticking to the ground. I meant to take a picture, but by the time I woke up, the snow had melted. Oh well. It feels better than I imagined it would to be back home. We were all overcome with the sense of being home. Oliver and Waverly went right to all of their toys and played for a few hours. Matt walked down to Tesco for a few necessary grocery items. I just wandered around our flat...I forgot what it really looked like. It feels so good to be home.

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Lizze said…

Yay for a safe trip home! :)

Now maybe you guys can have a little down time before returning to the States. :)

April 6, 2008 at 2:27 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.