At eleven o'clock on Thursday morning, I received a call and knew from that moment on I was in a race... A race home.

This race that I really didn't have control over (other than purposely missing my flight).

In the end I lost the race (and getting stuck at O'Hare for 4 hours sure didn't help me any), and my new little sister beat me by arriving just before six that evening. Rach picked me up in Tulsa just after 8 o'clock, meeting with the news that I had lost. From the airport we drove straight to the hospital, and I met my newborn little sister for the first time.

I spent the night in the hospital with Mom and Rebekah. She is so adorable and has been such a good baby! We had to wake her up to eat... no screaming and crying for her. She is very content. Although she doesn't seem to like being in the outside world. She's not used to sleeping by herself... it is so cute. ;)

Poor Mom! I am so tired that I'm not waking up rather well. She asked me to rock her (the baby) last night and I rolled over and said "sure". She stood there waiting a moment and then with laughter in her voice said: "Um, you have to get out of bed..."  "Oh... right!"

Well... that was my adventure thus far... more await me I'm sure.

2 Corinthians 12:9-10

And you never know what to expect!

We had some 'visitors' at Heritage late Saturday night.

I wasn't worried, just watched them for a few minutes (they couldn't see me).

Then you start thinking, "What if they're out there plotting something less harmless than pounding on the door? Then who's fault will it be if something happens?"

So.... I called some HQ guys (which did feel a little odd, it being after 10:30 at night).

And of course by the time our guys get to Heritage the other guys were gone.  (Which actually was probably a good thing)

But it's nice to know that help is near... 

One week from tomorrow I will be flying home! I can't wait to see my family! January 6th was a long time ago!!

I am so excited!!