We made it to our final destination and are safe and sound here in the hostel. That was a crazy itinerary for sure; eight hours in Houston and Nine in Panama. Brice did pretty well for a nine year old. In fact, I’m pretty impressed with how well he handled it all. He was pretty nervous and excited on our first flight, but by the third leg he was mush less enthused and much more exhausted…

He basically pooped out during the third leg, and as he lay there sprawled across the seats with his head on my lap and his stinky feed pressed against Stephany, I couldn’t help but feel totally excited for this time I get to spend with him. Once upon a time it used to be just me and Brice, but now there is Stephen and four other kidos and a dog and a hamster and bunny and Steph lives with us… And I know that sometimes, since he is the oldest, Brice’s time gets sacrificed for whatever else is going on. But, this week we we get a little bit of me and Brice, and I am blessed and so happy to have him here and to call him “my son”.