|Garrett was obsessed with trying to get into this drink machine every day. A few more days and he would have had it figured out! The rest of the time he had fun running and wandering around the fields.|
|The view doesn't get better than that!|
|Look, it's my mountain!!|
|Coach Paul, it's not nice to smack the children.|
Even though the weather was good down in the valley, we prepared for cold temps in the mountains. We bundled up and got ready to walk out the door as soon as Cody got home from work. While we were getting everyone situated for the trip, Cody sneaked our American flag off the pole and replaced it with the Irish flag! He had asked Paul earlier in the week which flag he preferred- the Irish or North Irish flag. "Nah, we don't like that dirty Hun flag!!" His talk about Catholics (dirty Tigs) and Protestants (dirty Huns) kept us laughing all week long!
|This picture cracked us all up because it looks like Devin's legs are really Paul's legs!|
|Cody and Devin rode on the lift behind us.|
Next we did the Alpine Coaster. It's literally a roller coaster through the mountain side. Devin rode with Paul and he said that on the way up the climb, Devin said "Paul, I'm so glad you're in our family now."
|We had to get a picture on the ski lift monument!|
As we made the half hour drive back to our house, I sat in the front seat while Cody drove and Paul sat behind me. We talked about the evening, we talked lots more about his family and he kept telling me that I just had to meet his Mum one day because the two of us would never shut up and talk for days. "Yeah, we need to do that someday..." I thought. And then, my heart started to ache when Paul told us what Devin had said on the coater about being in our family. That morning while I got kids ready for camp, Devin said "Mom, it's so nice that we have eight people in our family now, not seven." How could we feel so connected to someone who was stranger to us only a few short days before? I had never experienced something like that before.
We asked Paul what he thought of the Mexican food and he said he actually liked it. I said "Good, now when another host family asks if you want to go out for Mexican food (because that's what Americans do!) you'll know if you're in the mood for it or not."
And then he got quiet and said "Nah, I don't think I'll be eatin' it again." That made no sense so we asked him why he said that.
"Because it won't be the same. I don't want to eat it with any other family but this one. Everything fun we have done this week won't be as good with anyone else."
I may or may not have gotten tears in my eyes right then. And then he just didn't know when to quit and he went on "You guys don't have a choice, because I'm coming back to stay at some point." And suddenly we were all talking about how normal it would be for him to take over Ethan's room any time he wanted to come and visit...or just move in completely.
When we got home and everyone went to bed, I kept thinking about how this kid had barged into our lives and disrupted everything, and how there was no chance that things would ever be the same again. And that I would have kept him forever and put him in my pocket if I could have. And I may or may not have shed a few tears as I brushed my teeth.