In 2007, we celebrated our first Thanksgiving without my brother Daniel. He had passed away in May of 2007, only days after being taken to the ER and a colloid cyst discovered on his brain. We were all still adjusting to the changes and absence that this had brought to our lives. Plus we were watching David and Vanessa continue to grow up in photos while we continued to wait for their adoptions to be complete.
In 2008, David and Vanessa celebrated their first Thanksgiving in our home. Both had been here long enough for their English skills to be fairly good, and they understood when we went around the table and took turns listing something for which we are thankful. Vanessa said "mom" and pointed to me as my heart melted. David answered quickly and confidently, "refrig-errr'-lators" and went on to explain that you put food in them and it waits for you there....so there is always food. From a child who had known so much physical hunger, that statement of thanksgiving was profoundly insightful! A few weeks after Thanksgiving, Mr. Workman and I would make the prayerfully-considered decision to apply to adopt Jon whom we had met while in Haiti.
Then last year's Thanksgiving was over shadowed by the unknown. Baby Nate and Vanessa were both having surgery in December and Nate was so sick and I was so exhausted by his round the clock feeding schedule...it really didn't fully seem like Thanksgiving. We had a big meal and family came, but I fell asleep when I stretched out on the bed for a minute. Ultimately I missed most of that afternoon. Jon's adoption process was on hold due to issues in Haiti and we were doubting when and if he could join our family.
|Mark (left) and Luke (right) at my mom's house tonight|
just after their huge meal.