The Arrival

The cool northeast breeze brushed our sleepy but excited faces as we strolled eastward on the rock strewn beach toward the sunrise. In just a few hours our lives would forever change. We leisurely strolled back toward our house as we expressed excitement and thankfulness for what was about to unfold. The drive to the airport in New York is now a distant blur. That journey had taken place so many times before, but that day it was not toward a destination; it was toward a beginning. The flight was posted as being on time for arrival and we watched eagerly as the plane descended on the runway and made its approach to the gate. As the stream of passengers exited the jet way, there appeared a lady carrying a tiny woven basket in which lay a sleeping cherub we had named Jahan Matthew. Just six weeks old and less than eight pounds this treasure had come to us from India. As we held him and showered him with kisses he smiled broadly as he surveyed his parents and returned to his peaceful repose. That day in May of 1985, marked the beginning of many blessings that we have shared in the years since. That which began as seeking possibilities toward our goal as family has rendered many years of sustaining blessings. Love is the substance that fuels the engine that transforms possibilities into blessings and blessings into a heart of gratitude that can never be worn out.