Welcome back to our weblog, where we have chronicled our travels and observations as we adopted a new daughter. This site travels through a nelsonian experience, continuing the journey of becoming a family, and of following our faith where it leads us. Aliya is home, and we are grateful for your interest in our site, in her new life, and for your many posts and comments that sustained us throughout our eight-and-a-half week journey. We thank God for his countless blessings!
Not flesh of my flesh,
nor bone of my bone
Yet she is me, and finds her home.
I heard her call, yet knew her not
then met her once and saw for her
my dreams revealed
that she knew not.
Now she and I, we forward go
together now, as always so.
Knit and sewn within my heart
before my start
Not flesh of flesh, nor bone of bone
yet I see her eyes, and touch her hands
and I feel home,
for she is me.
The daughter I had always known
God's dreams revealed
for she is me.
In posting since we've returned home, we cannot say enough about how fortunate we are to have high speed internet access in our community. Holy smokes!!!
And you have no idea what a boon to commerce the availability of broadband can be. Kazakhstan, stuck in a dial-up era, has virtually no internet commerce, so buying things you need (and don't) is still dependent on getting around. And many people don't have cars.
After an unplanned overnight stay in London (thank you British Airways), we made it home tonight, finally, 50 hours after leaving the Frances' apartment in Almaty.
At least the three oldest kids will now be able to say they rode on the top level of a London double-decker bus, and that they had pancakes at McDonalds near Heathrow.