We turned onto our street at two-fifteen this morning. Qavah was awake and got very excited about pulling up to our driveway. At first she pointed to the house stating, "There it is!" Then her voice cracked and she tried to get out the words, "I can't believe I am home at last!" By the time I shut off the van ignition and Paul Burton came out to the car to help us, Qavah was bawling into her hands and we could just make out the words, "Happy tears, happy tears!" Paul Burton carried Qavah into the house where a middle-of- the- night party had been planned by Paul Burton and Kathryn. Dimly lit candles flickered on the table. There was a bottle of sparkling grape juice ready to be poured into little goblets, and pastel colored balloons hanging from the woodwork. It was like stepping into a dream with Qavah. She wiped her tears and we just stood in the quiet house by candlelight thanking God for several minutes. We were home, and surrounded by love. Although it was just the five of us, I had the feeling that we were surrounded by hundreds of angels and a great cloud of witnesses.
I just want to thank the friends who came to help Kathryn with Qavah's room, and general cleaning. It was so fresh and clean! Even fan blades were dusted, which made the house healthier for Qavah to come home to. We laid Qavah into her bed at three-thirty, and had my camera been handy, I would have had a picture of pure bliss for you. You'll have to imagine Qavah's face glowing with joy as she snuggled in. What an amazing adventure. One that required faith, and perseverance. When we raise our juice glasses in a toast, my husband said, "To my three girls, who never, ever give up!" Thanks be to God, Who gave us the strength to see us through to this grand homecoming.
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. Psalm 126:5