(Also, two new Moms went home Thursday, another baby boy was born Thursday, we have lots of ladies due in the next month.)
Because the McHouls are moving after 16 years in one house, we have been busy helping get them moved out of one place and into the other. We were also moving the Heartline office at the same time and getting a staff house ready for a new family moving here next week. The chaos of it all was mind-numbing. The stuff that happens is utterly worthy of a reality show, I just cannot even begin to tell you how weird it all is. If you peeked into one singular box of things belonging to John McHoul, you might start looking for a way to get Beth a safe distance away from him. Related: If you need a VCR, he has six broken ones we are trying to get him to part with; make a bid.
Meanwhile, I am a tightly wrapped rubber band on the verge of snapping. The tension over waiting on the travel date for Paige and baby and the tension over leaving the other kids and Troy and the Maternity Center has me walking on the edge of melt-down at all moments. Troy suggested a sleep over for a couple of the kids last night and I melted down over it (got irrational and ridiculous) because I don't want them gone from me while I am still here.
Noah has always been in tune with emotional things. If he senses someone is sad, he is the first to reach out or try to make us laugh. He is constantly saying ridiculous things or contorting his scrawny body to do silly dance moves and bring a smile. A minute ago he walked up, sang me a made up love song and ended it with this ...
"When you love somebody, you don't need proof. You can feel it."
I am hoping that he is right - and that while I am away all the people I leave here in Haiti remember that I don't care or love them any less even when I'm many miles and two airplane rides away.
More from here soon ... Happy Weekend!