Friday evening for the first time all ten of us were together.
We loaded up into the van and headed home.
They were all so excited.
"How much longer?" was only asked a few hundred times.
When we finally pulled into our drive way they could not get out of the car fast enough.
We showed them all of the downstairs and then we began to show them their bedrooms for the first time.
The excitement remained at an all time high from the first door until the last.
They seem to all love their room and the special touches we added to make it their own.
After the grand tour it was time for our first meal together as a family.
Several of the kids wanted to help me prepare it.
Lots of hands in the kitchen.
It took twice as long to make dinner.
The mess was ten times bigger.
But it was sweet memories together.
Memories that I wouldn't trade for anything.
We watched a movie together after dinner and then tried to settle down for bed.
Sleep...there wasn't a lot of that.
We were all just a bit excited.
They went to bed late and woke up early.
It felt almost like having 8 newborns in the house.
Saturday was a big day.
Our sweet friends Jennifer and Jennifer hosted a beautiful shower for us.
It was a chance to meet family and friends.
What a blessing it was to see our children meet their grandparents,aunts, uncles, cousins, and new friends for the first time.
Sunday morning we got up and went to church as a family. I think this might have been my favorite part of the weekend. All ten of us sitting together taking the entire row worshiping our Creator.
A sweet friend made us all matching shirts. As soon as we opened them on Saturday the children wanted all of us to wear them on Sunday.
And so we were THAT family Sunday morning in our matching shirts.
There may have been some eye rolling from dad, but he's a good sport. He loves these kids with his whole heart.
I love that about him.
I remember a time when he said he didn't care if we ever had kids. I don't think he feels that way anymore. :)
Sunday night was one of the hardest things we've had to do. We had to say goodbye to 7 of our 8 children one more time. (One moved in on Friday. It was what is best for her) Our hearts broke as we drove away.
We are all counting down the days until Friday when everyone can be home for good.
The weekend wasn't perfect.
I would be lying if I said there were no hard moments.
I would be lying if I say it wasn't a chaotic weekend.
It was very chaotic and very new.
Yet it felt normal and like it is the way life has always been.
God has brought our children home.
Now we will do our best with His help to raise them to love Him with all their hearts.
They were all so excited.
"How much longer?" was only asked a few hundred times.
When we finally pulled into our drive way they could not get out of the car fast enough.
We showed them all of the downstairs and then we began to show them their bedrooms for the first time.
The excitement remained at an all time high from the first door until the last.
They seem to all love their room and the special touches we added to make it their own.
After the grand tour it was time for our first meal together as a family.
Several of the kids wanted to help me prepare it.
Lots of hands in the kitchen.
It took twice as long to make dinner.
The mess was ten times bigger.
But it was sweet memories together.
Memories that I wouldn't trade for anything.
We watched a movie together after dinner and then tried to settle down for bed.
Sleep...there wasn't a lot of that.
We were all just a bit excited.
They went to bed late and woke up early.
It felt almost like having 8 newborns in the house.
Saturday was a big day.
Our sweet friends Jennifer and Jennifer hosted a beautiful shower for us.
It was a chance to meet family and friends.
What a blessing it was to see our children meet their grandparents,aunts, uncles, cousins, and new friends for the first time.
Sunday morning we got up and went to church as a family. I think this might have been my favorite part of the weekend. All ten of us sitting together taking the entire row worshiping our Creator.
A sweet friend made us all matching shirts. As soon as we opened them on Saturday the children wanted all of us to wear them on Sunday.
And so we were THAT family Sunday morning in our matching shirts.
There may have been some eye rolling from dad, but he's a good sport. He loves these kids with his whole heart.
I love that about him.
I remember a time when he said he didn't care if we ever had kids. I don't think he feels that way anymore. :)
Sunday night was one of the hardest things we've had to do. We had to say goodbye to 7 of our 8 children one more time. (One moved in on Friday. It was what is best for her) Our hearts broke as we drove away.
We are all counting down the days until Friday when everyone can be home for good.
The weekend wasn't perfect.
I would be lying if I said there were no hard moments.
I would be lying if I say it wasn't a chaotic weekend.
It was very chaotic and very new.
Yet it felt normal and like it is the way life has always been.
God has brought our children home.
Now we will do our best with His help to raise them to love Him with all their hearts.
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