Well, we’ve arrived. Our flights went surprisingly well (it was all the waiting in the terminals that nearly did us in—picture sibling wars with whipping blankets and empty water bottles—we were popular with the terminal folk). Right after the first flight took off, a three year old three rows up began shrieking, “I want off the plane! I want off the plane NOW!” I sat and prayed for that Momma and Daddy, because we were that family a few years ago. Memphis refrained from joining the little girl’s chorus until we were seven hours into the eleven hour flight, and she protested with sulking and whining instead of shrieking. Otherwise, the kids watched movies and refused to eat the airplane food, until they tasted ours then begged for a meal once the food service was over. By my calculations, the older two subsisted on trail mix, lollipops, and crackers for about seventeen hours.

Friday night, we were greeted in Okinawa by a team of chaplains and their families who all cheered when they called our name from the terminal. It was an amazing welcome, and they swooped in, took our eighteen bags of luggage in multiple vehicles, and caravanned to the lodge where we are staying, which was good, because I am pretty sure after over twenty-four hours in transit, I was drooling and speaking in incoherent babbles.

Everyone slept really well, but woke up (as expected) at 4 am Saturday morning. THE (caps intended) base chaplain had arranged to come take us to the base pool and then lunch at her house. I was more than a little nervous for her to meet us in our first 24 hours on island, as we can *sometimes* be a handful. The kids all swam and we had a great lunch with her family. No incidents that I know of, and the chaplain and her family were extremely gracious. She took me to the commissary, something that was at the top of my list. I had planned meals and shop lists stateside (before I became brain dead) that I knew I could keep in a dorm fridge and cook with one skillet or pot and a spoon. So far, so good, and the chaplains on island are hosting us for the meals  in between.

I expected to be completely exhausted, depressed, overheated, and overwhelmed as we arrived. I must be saving those things for later when we get a house or once we’ve been cooped up in a hotel together for a month, because right now, I am feeling pretty good. The humidity has not been overwhelming, but maybe that is because Phoenix was 115 degrees with monsoon humidity when we left. All this optimism will likely come crashing down as I have to take the driving test this week, but for now, we’ll just go with it and be thankful that I am functioning.

Prayers are appreciated this week as we will be:
Talking to housing about where we will live
Taking (and hopefully passing) driving tests Buying a car
Meeting Matt’s colleagues
Living in a smallish two room suite with four children who ADORE each other

Thank you for all your prayers thus far. Blessings and greetings to you from Okinawa!