Home Coming

I cannot believe it's been so long since I wrote. With so many extra hands around now, I ought to have more time but now every spare second is spent with my wonderful family. We are back home and it feels as though we have returned to paradise. Stepping off the front porch each day, walking by the ocean, surrounded by the pink and purple flowers of Marblehead, it is like we are on a movie set. Samara is loving sporting her spaghetti straps and bearing her long and slender legs in the sea breeze. She is her active, loving self, often calming only to the sound of my voice and my touch. It is the most humbling reality, truly. To feel so needed, so wanted, so strong for her is amazing. Sometimes her little face scrunches up so small and looks so scared, but then her big blue eyes find mine and she knows that despite the turmoil and craziness of these past few weeks, we are home. There is so much to write.... about her perfection on our 18 hour journey home, not crying even a second, about her poingnantly singing in church as my father lead the congregation in Jesus Loves Me, about her angelically sleeping in my arms and not her crib!, about her strong, strong neck and fighting fists, about her loving to blow those crazy kind of bubbles in the bath, about me admitting that I like the smell of her 'popo', there is so, so much, and then about here, how we bought a Mazda 3 yesterday, and put an offer on an amazing house on Tuesday (but sadly had to withdraw it 48 hours later because of lots of seller problems) about all the endless family laughter and bonding Samara has inspired, I wish I could write it all, but I never have a spare hand or moment, and admittedly I am so happy for the lack of them both. We are so lucky to be here and I simply cannot wait for you all to meet her, in the flesh. I will write it all down, on my heart, and I will come here as often as I can, but now I know that for all of these words and wonders, some types of love exist only in your child's eyes.