On October 23, our family of three flew down to Nakorn Si Thammarat with excited trepidation about the next couple of days. We would finally be with our newest family member who we had "met" via Line messages less than a week before. One who had been in our hearts and minds for many years.
When we arrived into town, we checked into our hotel and then ate dinner at the hotel restaurant. Tyndall was way excited and quite energetic, but after a bath (in a real bathtub!) in our room, he fell asleep pretty quickly. It left Matt and I to have a quiet evening to ourselves, with lots on our minds.
So many questions. So much unknown. Yet so much faith. And joy. It's all so surreal. I tried not to have expectations. But I've followed so many adoption journeys over the years that I certainly had thoughts about how things might go. I was in awe of how it was turning out to be much more of an "international adoption" experience than I thought. I was worried about who could hold the camera to capture the moment we first saw our son. I wondered if he would cry or be cuddly. I remember coaching myself as I prepared gifts for his nannies and the social worker. I was telling myself not to have expectations, to not even worry about pictures, just to enjoy the moment.
As I prepared gifts and a photo album for Hudson, I was messaging with friends who could write and speak Thai for help with labeling the photo album. I'm thankful for Faye and Moo and their help with writing "mom" and "dad" and "Tyndall" and "Hudson" in Thai so Hudson (and his nannies) can have help with getting to know our names. And I'm thankful for my Thai tutors Dah and Aing who helped Matt and I learn most of the characters and sounds so things didn't seem quite so foreign.
I thought it would be hard to sleep, but we all actually slept a decent amount. Our friend P'Nui flew in early in the morning to be with Tyndall and met us at our hotel for breakfast at 8:30am. We ate breakfast all together and then waited for the orphanage social worker to pick us up. The main social worker I had been in touch with (Nan) sent me a photo of Hudson waiting for our arrival. He looked so different from the other photos we had seen... I couldn't wait to see him in real life!