Last night at about 9:30pm, our lives changed for the better. After a 30 minute flight delay, me, my mom, sister, nieces and nephew along with about 25 precious, dear friends met Francis for the first time! I was truly afraid I might faint as the family headed down the ramp toward our cheering group. There were signs, gifts and a sweet friend of my teenagers even brought cookies she had made.
Just as I'd imagined, I was the first in the crowd to run forward and hug Francis. I probably injured him but he was too polite to say so (ha ha)! It was an amazing night and even my biggest imagination, it was not as wonderful as the reality. Even as I type this, he is across the room from me, laying on the couch playing with Ezekiel. He is definitely going to be a fantastic Kuya to these little ones! He's so great with them and they follow him like the pied piper. Ezekiel has been playing a game all morning where he (while sitting on Francis' stomach) grabs his face and smooshes it around. Ezekiel thinks it's the funniest thing he's ever seen!
If he knew his cheesy mom was sitting here holding back tears - my heart almost too full to explain - he would probably think I had lost my mind! It's these little moments, early in the bonding, that I store up and draw on when times get a little rocky, and they might. This is "day one" and we are all on our best behavior. I don't have any real worries, though. The Lord, who created this family just as He designed, will walk with us through every high and low, just as He has done since the day I came to know Him at eight years old. My redeemer is faithful. That's all I need to know.
Praise to His glorious, great name,