Coming Together

October 13, 2008

Coming Together

The new apartment is coming together. Matt took the lead this morning with the movers and I stayed back in our current apartment with the kids. He was able to have the movers take things away that we didn't need and he took our 3rd truck load of stuff to GoodWill. There is a lot of work still to be done, but it is coming together and we feel like we will definitely be able to move in on Wednesday.

Tonight we moved most of the things from the kids' room over to the new place. Tonight I hope to pack up our bedroom and the kids' toys; Matt is concentrating on putting Wavey's new bed together. I am so thankful that we have the overlap with our 2 places for a few days. It gives us a chance to make the new place homey and safe before the kids move in.

It is small, but we hope our friends will come for a visit. We would love to have you.

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Unknown said…

It probably won't be long before we make it to DC again... we have so many friends there and now you guys, too... We'd love to see you soon and your kids- We'll let you know next time we drive out- would love to get together and see some of your world. Still praying, mourning with you, love to you guys. -Ann-

October 16, 2008 at 9:25 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.