The best part of flying is...

GETTING OFF THE PLANE.

I am back in Marghita. Praise God...whew, it is good to be back home. A really difficult trip coming back - I don't think I've ever had such a jacked up time travelling. Anyway, doesn't matter now, because I am home.
I have a very happy little son here who is throughly enjoying the Lightening McQueen racing track that Grandpa and I found together. We haven't run into any major meltdowns but have talked a lot about how much Mama missed him and how much he missed Mama. He was able to tell me how much he cried for me and how glad he was that I was back. I am grateful that he is able to use words more now than screams to tell me how it is when I have to leave for some time. Yay!
I am really thankful for the time I had with family and with old friends - many who I hadn't seen since the 10th grade! And, as usual, all goodbyes were met with "This just wasn't enough time!" My answer "I know. I know. I know." Caleb said to me this morning "Why couldn't I go with you?"
Both of the questions really come back to the same thing : Romania.
When Romania lets Caleb out of the country then we can finally spend proper time with friends and family. Who knows when that will be? I don't know. What I do know is that it is good to be here. Good to be Mom and Caleb. Good to be working at Casa Alba orphanage. Good to be worshipping with my teammates. Good to have a great apartment that truly is home for me and Caleb. Good to be living here. Good to know that I am used here. Good to know that this is God's spot for me at this time.
So, when will the next trip to America be? Will Caleb be able to come?
I can't answer either of those. What I can say is that it is GOOD to be back home in Marghita : )