You guys. Seriously? It could not be going better. This is Jessemyn sharing at Randall's request since he is in full jet lag mode. Poor man is out of it. It's like he cared for a 3 year old for two weeks in a foreign country and then flew across the world or something. He's currently trying not to fall asleep while laying down with Levi.
The guys landed in Logan a little after 3 PM yesterday. The Customs and Immigration things were routine and we were out of the airport without a glitch. Accept that it was rush hour in Boston. But let me back up.
It is the strangest feeling to go to an airport to meet your son. Maybe it's like going to the hospital for a C-section??? It's scheduled like it's some normal thing and yet your entire life is about to change. Unlike C-sections, meeting your son in an airport is awfully public. Because having C-sections in public would be gross. Duh.
So I'm all nervous. It's not so easy to get ready to meet someone that you know most likely won't like you. It's like knowing a person won't go to prom with you but asking them anyway. I prepared for rejection. He didn't want JOE for goodness' sake for days and everyone likes Joe. So I did what every good mother does. I came with bribes. Since Baba bought him the precious Xiong Mao panda buddy, the little stuffed friend I had planned to bring was no longer a good option. I went with Starburst and Golden Raisins, instead. You know, because what's a little sugar among new friends? I carried my little lion shaped gift bag in my hands, all shaking inside.
We get a text from Randall just as they are about to exit customs and the next thing we know, I can see my guys across the crowded meeting terminal. I want to walk. I want to run. And I want to be sick and chicken out all at once. Whose idea was this to do it this way? Why didn't I just go to China with them and let Randall be The Rejected One? You know, cuz I'm kind that way.
But I have to do it. Put one foot in front of the other. Just walk, girl! And just as I walk, I see Levi's face. His big, chocolaty melt-my-heart eyes. He looks at me and I know right away he recognizes me because he nose dives into Randall's neck. Gulp. Keep walking, Jessemyn. We close the gap and I hug my tallest guy, and then Joseph, and finally say a soft and gentle Ni Hao to Levi. No touching or smooching Mr. Adorable that I can remember. I tried to play it cool. He hides from me anyway. We listen to Randall try to make coherent conversation about their flight, but all I can do is try not to stare at my new son too much and freak him out. We take a careful, not too close picture and Randall's brother and his family share a gentle wave to the guys from a distance.

We walk to the parking garage. Levi is sneaking peeks at me around Randall's neck. First, just his eyes show. Then his whole little face. I give him a little wink. I smile like this is all a normal thing. I'm still holding the lion gift bag. We get into the elevator and when he makes eye contact, I summon the last of my courage and show him the bag. I smile again. I gently offer it. He shocks me and nods a big, slow, deep Chinese nod YES.

(Note my dorky too huge smile)
I gleefully give my sugar.
And then the love began. By the time we were to the car, I had already been given a slight smile and within a few minutes riding home, a full on grin. We exchanged several good smiles for the next two and a half hours. And he was PERFECT in the car.

Can you even? After ALL he's been through? You know, the whole "life as you know it has been ripped apart, you've been given to white strangers with big noses, put in a white van, shuttled in planes, trains, and automobiles, and flown across the world where everything looks different and smells different and you have no idea what's happening to you" thing....and he's SMILING?
Shut the front door. I'm serious.
We pull into the driveway where my yahoos are trying to look normal and calm whilst swinging in their favorite tree. Son, welcome to the family. I go for broke and decide to try taking him out of the car seat. And he lets me. My stomach finally finds its footing and I know...we will all be fine.

We will be more than fine. We will be OUR FAMILY and that's just about perfect to us.






