First Saturday

Today has been a bit rough so far.  It's our first Saturday in the house and it started with Judah waking up 4 times in 6 hours.  He's sick today with a wicked body aching head cold and is just miserable.  That, coupled with the multiple nightmares he had last night makes for a very sad boy.  I came downstairs to fix breakfast this morning.  I made a "spanish tortilla", one of our favorite Saturday morning breakfasts that we'd started making on the island.  We rounded up and sat down to eat.  The taste was so delicious and familiar but nothing else was the same.  I had to excuse myself from the table because I could feel the painful sting of held back tears.  I walked outside to move the hose that I'd placed to water the banana trees our gardener (yes, we have a gardener- for a couple months until our stuff gets here) and squeezed out a few burning hot tears.  
The boys are having a hard time adjusting to the heat.  We all are, really.  It's just unlike anything we've ever experienced.  I think I mentioned in my last post that it literally hurts to be outside.  It's that way for everyone, so we all just figure out how to adapt, improvise, overcome.  It's so foreign compared to the temperate climate we just came from.  Our summers there were spent outdoors all day - sometimes it got a bit warm, but nothing painful.  The boys go out for about 5 minutes and then just can't handle it any longer.  We were all feeling a bit clustered, claustrophobic and irritable this morning because we simply aren't used to be stuck in the house like this.  The boys so badly want trees to climb, and cold ocean water to swim in.  
I remember hurting like this after leaving Florida just barely 2 years ago.  I suppose I figured I wouldn't get that attached to the island.   
Josh took the boys to the pool to cool off a bit ago and I stayed home to get cleaned up, update the website and have some quiet house time.  I started fixing lunch just moments ago and turned on a favorite playlist.  The first song that played brought an intense hurt to my heart and made me queasy.  It reminds me SO much of my sweet Shelby.  OH how I miss my dear friends on the island.  
 

The leaving just hurts!

I know the pain will fade.  I know this will start to feel like home.  I know we will thrive here because this is where God has brought us.   It does not change the sting of leaving.