I have been trying to think of words to best describe a once in a lifetime experience but I think I will always come up short. I do not think there are words to best describe my emotions as my parents and brother traveled across the world to come visit me here in the Philippines.
The days leading up to their arrival were filled with excitement and talk about how much someone must love you to travel so far for a visit. The whole drive to the airport and waiting for them to step through those doors I stood there with an anxious heart.
But as they walked through the doors and the warm embraces were shared all other emotions disappeared and I just felt at home. Funny how I was a million miles away from my old physical home yet having them here made me feel right back at home.
The two weeks they were here were filled with excitement, adventures, and greatness. But above all I will always remember the blessings and love that came from their visit. I was so blessed!
I was able to give them a glimpse of what my life looks like here. I was able to take them on Philippine adventures-the beach, zip lining and caving, to the church I always attend & to spend time with the kids-both in the school setting and for fun little shenanigans.
But as I remember the big things we did together as a family I will also remember the tiny moments just as much. The night where we decided to start playing cards at 10:00 at night because there were only a few nights left together.
The afternoon it rained very hard and I got the car stuck in the mud and then we waited for rescue to pull us out.
The countless trips we made to hardware stores to buy parts for dad to help turn our new house into a home. The mornings we got to wake up and just sit on the couch drinking coffee together. The day we got to spend Father’s Day just roaming around together.
The time we went to a tea shop to sit in air conditioning to escape the blazing heat and Ryan lost his phone, only for it to be returned less than an hour later. The morning I woke up to my mom on her hands and knees scrubbing the floors and my dad fixing the washing machine. The night we all sat on the ledge by the ocean watching the sun set.
The afternoon we spent shopping for a kitchen table so we did not have to sit on the couch & floor to eat dinner.
The morning we went out on a boat just like we have done many times before on the lake.
Their journey across the ocean is filled with moments I will truly cherish forever. Hopefully soon you will get to hear their version of their trip.
Mom, Dad & Ryan-I am so thankful you love me enough to travel across the ocean for us to create these moments together!