The Holidays.
Initially it was like losing a loved
one. Something my husband were all too familiar with, losing both his
parents and his only brother by the time he was 30 years old.
Caramel's Placemat
I
would wake up all confused not knowing where I am. That first minute or
two of every day I spent working through the realization that I'm not
in my bed at home, but thousands of miles away in a whole different
country before I rolled off the airbed to start my day. I felt
destitute. I felt thrown away; uprooted! Disjointed. The fact that
we still had to buy furniture and there were no pictures hanging on the walls,
made it even harder.
Fudge's Placemat. She is so thankful for that pie!
(I took out our last name in the picture!)
Holidays
are meant to be spent with family and loved ones. Not an easy feat
when you are living halfway around the world in a different hemisphere
surrounded by people celebrating holidays we've never heard of before;
speaking English with a funny twang while snow drifts in on Christmas
day and I cannot even figure out how to get the fireplace started.
But
a few years later the girls arrived and this terrible hole in my heart
was filled with all kinds of possibilities. Not only was it something
that could be; it had to be. Because the wonderful thing about newborn
babies are that they don't care. They don't care what baggage you
carry around or what fears or sorrows fill your heart. They need you
for everything and they take you just the way you are! You ARE their
everything! In their eyes you are perfect! It's like a good old swift
kick in the butt. Which, if I'm honest with myself, I sometimes need!
On Our Porch
Everything
that became part and parcel of their life and their culture were, and
still are, our responsibility to teach them. Being the line leader in
their life has been a tremendous privilege, fun and in one word plain
simply "Awesome!" I will take these days gladly knowing once they
spread their wings to leave our nest I want to believe and know I did my
best.
On this Thanksgiving Day twelve years after
getting off that plane with two bags of clothing and no idea what's
lying ahead, I feel tremendous gratitude for my family in South Africa
and my upbringing; the values my parents taught me. It follows me
everywhere I go. Without it I think I would've been lost.
Our Camelias are blooming
I'm
thankful for hubby that stuck with me through thick and thin. Goodness
knows we've had huge ups and huge downs! The day I met him I felt I
knew him; like he has always been there and always will be. The
missing piece that completed the picture. I loved him from the very
first time I looked at his smiling face next to me, helping me get that
silly, old car started! He IS the love of my life!
Then
our little girls arrived. My heart's ability to love and my sense of
gratitude doubled that beautiful, bright, blue spring day they came.
They changed our lives forever! Many days they will tell me how much
they love me and I will hold their tiny little bodies while inhaling
their loveliness and find myself speechless while staring into those
beautiful, innocent faces. The only thing coming out of my mouth a
feeble attempt at expressing my feelings: " I love you sooooooooo
much!!!!"
Even
though I can thank many other people in my life; I thank God every day
for these wonderful people. On this Thanksgiving day I truly feel
thankful and blessed to know them all and to share my life with them.