We Have An Apartment

We Have An Apartment

Things are ever so slowly coming together. We have an apartment all lined up in the DC area. (Thanks to Jenny & Andy!!) I think it is going to be a great place to call home for at least 1 year. We are in the school district we wanted and close to some incredible school options for Waverly. I am so excited to get back to the US and put our lives together - arranging school and therapy as soon as possible. Creating a routine for Wavey is so vital. We are excited to see you when we are back in the US. We can't wait to connect with everyone again.

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Shari said…

Hey, Randy and I have been praying for you guys. (OK, I've been crying for you too.) Glad things are coming together for your move back to the States.

June 11, 2008 at 10:06 PM

Renee Little said…

Waverly is so grown up looking. I miss having her scoot her little bottom onto my lap so I would read a book to her. She is so adorable. We think of you often and hope that we will be able to see you sometime after you officially move back to the States. Praying for you. You are an amazing woman Shannon. May God grant you strength.

June 12, 2008 at 3:20 PM

Anonymous said…

YAY! So happy for you! Selfishly thankful you're coming back to the States. When is your offical return?

June 12, 2008 at 9:06 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.