Labor Day Blessings

At least three members of my family have a little celebration over Labor Day weekend.  The family holiday is called Gotcha Day, and it commemorates the day that two of my sons arrived to join our family.

They had flown from Bogota, to Miami, to O'Hare in the company of two adults who had flown to get their two three year old sons, and an infant who would join the Crockett family.  The adults had been childless before adopting their boys.  They appeared a bit harried as they de-planed with five little boys.

I can't imagine how they felt, leaving everything they had known, to go with strangers to a strange land and join a family they had never seen.  But Miss Nancy and Miss Edna who ran the orphanage they'd been in said to us, "These kids are the survivors." 

I'm not so sure that they were lucky to get us, but we were sure lucky to have them in our lives.  Happy Gotcha Day, Ben and Alan.

It's been a long time now, but it's still a happy day for me, well worth a celebration.

Love you guys!
Mom