a Special Day

What defines a day to greatness? Is a day that you overcoming some personal barrier that has been holding you back.  Is it a day that nothing and I mean nothing has you worried.  For each and every person out there must be a different answer. Yet for me September 24 is a day unlike any other day. A Great Day!

Here is sit with my two girls asleep next to me. Our daughter lies asleep between Sheri and I as we fly 40,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean heading East.  Today will have to rank as one of the top days in my life. One year ago to the date, I gazed upon the eyes upon Sanija for the first time. If that doesn’t make this day a Great day, nothing will. But what could even make it better? On the same day we met Sanija, one year later we leave to bring home another daughter. So today, September 24, is a great day!

It started out with a family (Sheri, Sanija, myself, Kona, Tiki and Kai) walking up to our local Starbucks for some hot apple cider for the girls. After a relaxing morning our driver was to show up at 8am to drive us to the airport.  With 4 large suitcases, 3 carry-ons and 3 backpacks we made our way through the airport with little delays. This trip we flew American Airline with SAS as our connecting flights. Our international leg of the journey would start at O’hare Airport in Chicago. Now, just an hour way from arrival in Sweden we flying high over Norway. This is the long leg of 8 hours and I think Sanija was getting a little KooKoo. For the first hour of the flight I think Sheri was getting a little upset with Sanija and I. Sanija had me cracking up and her humor really came out. She was on a roll like I’ve never seen before. It literally brought tears to my eyes.

It’s been about three hours since our arrival here in Riga. Our first celebration was all of our luggage arrived at the same time we did. That was a first for us. But the next celebration brought a tear to Sheri’s eye (I think). You see, last time we here, about four months ago, the restaurant, two girls have grown to love, Happy pumpkin, was closed down.  Well, as good luck would happen, literally right next door to our apartment is the reopening of the happy pumpkin.  No sooner did our new landlord hand us the keys the girls need to visit the Happy Pumpkin.

With little more and 40 minutes sleep in the last 24 hours if Ilze  would have called and told us we could have picked up Nata, I would end in a heartbeat.

It’s late here, and very late and I’v had very little sleep if any.  I’m going to bed.