Reunion

I missed my boys way more than I expected while I was gone, and I think the same goes for Josiah.

While in Italy, my parents were giving me constant updates as to the boys overall physical and emotional health.  Caleb was enrolled in a day camp for four days with his cousin Gavin, which was a huge success.  He was having way too much fun to miss his mommy too much.

But Sam had a more difficult time.  My mom came up with the brilliant idea of placing 11 paper bags on top of her piano, each one filled with a little gift for the boys, counting down the days until I returned.  On the last day, there was a bright red bag to indicate my homecoming.  Apparently, Sam was continually asking for the "red bag, mommy home!" before the appointed time.  Then my mom would have to go through the whole explanation again of how the system worked and when I would return.  Sam was also constantly taking attendance during my absence.  Sam:  "Ahma here (that's my mom), Bompa here (that's my dad), Bay-bub here (that would be Caleb), mommy no here, daddy no here."  Every time someone left the house he would have to take attendance again.

When my plane landed, Caleb was busy at camp.  I knew that my mom or dad would be there to pick me up, but wasn't sure about Sam since it was pretty close to his nap time, and figured he might be at home with one of the adults.  I realized after I started going through customs how much I was hoping that he would meet me at the airport...I really wanted to see my boys!

Sam was there, with both my parents.  When he saw me from a distance of about 50 feet, he got an intensely concentrated look on his face and started running as fast as his little legs would take him, fists pumping.  Without a word, he ran straight into my arms and latched on tight, which brought me to tears, and felt a lot like Heaven.