I can't believe it has been over a week since our adventures. It all began with trying to fit enough clothes for three into suitcases to go to the airport. My little guy had no idea what was about to happen as we arrived and checked in bags. All I can say is when my little guy is not feeling comfortable in the airport when it came to removing shoes and coats. He threw himself on the floor and decided to then screamed. I have to say that people started to step away from the child and me and I believe started to pray 'Please don't let him be on my flight!' While waiting for the plane my little guy was running madly around and screaming at the top of his voice. I have to say that I began to question my sanity of having him on my lap for several hours but in answer to my prayers he was a star on the flight. Our second flight we were tired and so my little guy decided that getting out of his stroller was the worst idea on the planet and so not only threw himself on the floor but then rolled around as he screamed. However once on the flight he was again a star.
Upon arrival I found England to be covered in a blanket of snow. Even where I grew up had 5 inches which although to many sounds a little I think I can count on one hand how many times we have had over an inch or two on one hand. As I looked out over the snowy ground and the English countryside and winding roads came into view I confess I felt as though I was home. I was surprised of the amount of emotion I felt as I whispered to my little guy Welcome to my home!
Since landing on the ground I almost feel like my feet have not touched it. In the beginning everything was a little different but within a day I felt like everything was so right. My little guy has seen so many people. I would love to think that everyone was thrilled to see me but alas I think that my little guy has stolen the show and I am totally fine about that. He has taken everything in is stride winning everyone with his smiles and his giggles. We dashed over to Great gran to see all her friends, had photos. We then rented a car to dash down to London so see family and friends and yes it was very interesting driving on the other side. I was not quite sure whether it was the right side, wrong side or the left side. We had a blast meeting everyone and playing with toys catching up with friends and laughing until our sides hurt.
I am however left wondering if home is where the heart is where is my home?