Also, Jonathan-- your wireless doesn't work here. We are SO bummed! Se we'll be limited to what's happening with our wireless here at the orphanage....
Sorry we didn’t get a post in last night… we were just very busy getting here and settled in and then when I was going to get to it, we started a pretty heavy discussion, and it just never happened. (No, not a fight :)
We’re here safely and everything is all so great. The plane ride into Port Au Prince was uneventful (just how I like it) except we did have to wait on the tarmac for over an hour before we took off… that was not too fun with the kiddos knowing we still had a four hour flight ahead of us. They did really, really well. It was funny, there was only one other white person on the plane (of about 300 people) and at one point Nia leaned over and whispered, “Mom, I think I just heard a lady speaking Creole.” (Ya think?)
Danny met us right where he said he would and we got our bags—we were starting to sweat when one of them didn’t show up, but it was there—we just had to be patient. The trip was about 3-4 hours from Port to Jacmel, but we were in Pastor Placide’s new SUV—it’s TOTALLY sweet. Once we were out of the city, Nick drove—which scared the heck out of me in the mountains, but it was really not a problem… I just have issues.
It was so amazing to see the new place—there are three new kids since we’ve been here last so it was a lot of fun to meet them. Sweet, sweet kids. Being here makes me with more and more that I spoke Kreyol. I get SO frustrated wanting to love on the kids and ask them questions and not being able to. Nia doesn’t seem to mind. We didn’t see her from the moment we got here until her tantrum at bedtime. The kids here LOVE her and it’s totally reciprocated. It’s amazing to watch them play—they just played and played and played and squealed with laughter and danced ALL evening long. I went up to get Nia for dinner and she was already eating with the kids—Haitian spaghetti (spaghetti with ketchup—yes, seriously.)
Nico is doing FAR better than we imagined—now, I realize that could all “break” at any point, but he doesn’t seem freaked out by all this—at least not this initially. The kids here love him too and he’s wandered off playing with them, but will soon wander back to make sure we’re still here.
Josiah is a champ—he’s just happy old Josiah. Thank you Jesus for Josiah!
Nick and I love being here—it just feels right to us here. We both made the comment separately that here feels like “home.” We love these kids. We love the model for this family. We love
