Thursday, September 3, 2009

My cup runneth over

It really does.

We made it home, about 7:30 Tuesday night. We were greeted at the airport by my parents, and the tears could not be stopped. I've dreamed of the day I would make that final ride up the escalator to baggage claim, child in my arms, but the emotions were too much.

Now the real hard part begins. The past 3 years, cake. Teaching 2 toddlers that they are loved, and it's ok, and someone will come to the rescue and hold them, or bath them, or change the diaper, or feed them, that's the challenge. The only way I can describe it is that we have literally walked into the pits of hell, and are fighting our way (and the boys way) out of it emotionally and physically. This my friends, this is parenting.

Soon I'll go back and recount the journey in greater detail, but for now, I'm too tired to even think about writing. Hang with me, and I'll post more in the coming weeks, that is, if the sleep deprivation doesn't kill me first.


Anonymous said...

Sleep deprivation has been known to drive me to the brink of insanity so I feel for what you're dealing with. Parenting truly is a 24/7 job, isn't it?

Snobound said...

You guys are so awesome and I can't wait to hear more. Praying for your blessings!

Sara said...

You are giving me goosebumps. What a beautiful story--looking forward to see how it unfolds