Haiti, Day 1

Our flights were all on time, and our PaP flight was actually a bit early. Our first view of the Haitian terrain...

We made it thru customs no problemo, and were zipping away. We met up with Stephanie (what WOULD I have done without her, I don't know!) She offered to take us out into the frenzy of suitcase "grabbers" since she had experience. Out we go, and to our chagrin, our driver was NOT there. We paid guys to go and inquire in Creole, Steve searched, Stephanie's director, Barbara Walker searched....no driver for us! Barbara insisted we leave the airport before dark, so she gave us a ride to the Visa Lodge, while Steve made connections with our agency back home and tried to sort it out. For a while, it didn't appear as though I would see my Joshua Tuesday night.

But, GOD.

Our agency connected us with another director they use in PaP and we went to her guest house. From there, we finally connected with our driver, who had our Joshua and had gone to the airport too late and missed us. Gertrude, owner of the house we were now at, spoke Creole to our driver and gave him directions over the phone and in spite of many a wrong turn, he finally arrived, with our sleeping, sweaty boy in tow. And after all of the frantic tears of the night, in a strange land, everything else disappeared. We had our boy.

After a long, dark drive through PaP, 2 sippy cups, some cracker crumblies, and trusting eyes looking up at me, we finally arrived at our destination.
After a late dinner and a cozy bath, we settled in and loved on our boy.

We did a lot of staring at him. Watching him sleep. Listening to him breath. Smelling his sweet skin. Praising GOD that we were finally with him. I crawled up into bed with him and snuggled in. Even though it was Haiti. And we were hot. It was wonderful.