It boggles my mind
that we are actually here living in Peru!
We have spent this week “catching-up” emotionally, mentally and
physically so bear with us as our communication catches up as well. Our physical journey began over a week ago as
we left home. It seemed like each day we
were shaving off another part of our “normal lives” as we said good-bye to
person after person. On top of that was
the wearisome task of traveling. God
reminded me first thing that He was in control when we pulled up to the airport
and at the very first could only find one cart to load our 12 pieces of luggage
on. As I began to hyperventilate before
even stepping out of the van, a kind employee on a smoke-break stepped over,
grabbed suitcases and asked “Where to?”
I can imagine God smiling saying “Seriously Marcy…this is little stuff.”
The rest of the day
was a blur. We got our massive suitcases
and trunks checked and breathed a sigh of relief as they headed on to
Lima. We then spent the day playing the
hurry up and wait game with the airlines.
If I am especially thankful for anything that day, it had to be for my
two amazing kids and whoever invited the carry-on suitcase with 360 degree
turning wheels. We suffered only one
melt-down—in Charlotte as we raced to get food before our flight boarded in literally
15 minutes, Ella and Mike went to get the food while Liam and I took our three
carry-on’s (1/4 of our 12) and bookbags to our seats. Half way there Liam collapsed in a heap in
the middle of the busy hallway. Bless
his heart, as my mother-in-law would say, he was just tuckered and hungry. A kind stewardess, a mommy-cuddle and a piece
of pizza later, he was good to go. (The
360 degree turning wheels were my saving grace…you can push those things with a
foot while hauling a kid and two other carry-ons. A four-year old can also push it while
navigating customs lines. I will never
travel with regular ones again!)
Finally we arrived in
Lima along with all our luggage…yea!! We
lost no kids or baggage during our travel…though Liam did suffer a minor injury
when I didn’t see him and plowed him over with the luggage cart as we exited
the airport. My introduction to Spanish I’m
pretty sure included “Lady, your kid is under you cart.” Thankfully he is tough and it didn’t leave a
mark other than on my “bad mommy record.”
Hopefully he’s forgiven me since I shared my secret mommy stash of
Swedish Fish with him.
We have all been
blessed with lessons in giving each other grace as we settle into our new lives
here. Thankfully God gives it in
abundance. More on our new lives here soon…
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