Day 1

Since we are blessed to have internet at the moment, I'll try to catch you all up to speed since our departure.
The first leg of our 3-leg flight had a little hitch in the giddyup.
We were supposed to leave Albuquerque at 8 am to fly to Washington DC, then to Brussels, then to Entebbe.
Well that plane's engine wouldn't start.
Luckily, we met a wonderful man named Doug that worked for the airline, and he understood how important it was for us to get going, so he immediately arranged a diversion through Chicago instead.
The few extra hours of waiting made for shorter lay over time in between flights, but after that, it was all smooth sailing.
Thank you Doug!

The flights had us in our seats for a total of about 22 hours.
Now I fancy myself a semi-pro couch potato, and there were movies included on the flights, but I couldn't wait to get off of those things.
By the by, if you get an opportunity to fly on Brussels Airline, take it.
They give you ice cream!

We landed in Entebbe about 20 minutes early because we had a tail wind pushing us along.
Luckily Pastor Rashid was there with the girls already waiting.
They ran to us smiling and gave us hugs, and held our hands.
Pastor Rashid told us that they recognized us getting off of the plane, and they jumped up and down.
On the 20 minute ride to the orphange, the girls cuddled up with me in the back seat.

We got to our family apartment, and looked over the pictures that we had sent to them a few months ago. They had some questions about who some of the people were, and they giggled at a picture of me in shorts. (Women don't wear those here.)
We got them ready for bed, and then Aisha started crying. I couldn't figure out why, but I kept telling her it was okay, and Scot gave her a doll. She stopped crying after about 5 minutes, and then fell asleep.
She seems to be much better today.

We have been spending time getting to know each other. They have been singing hymns to us, and we worked on puzzles. We watch them play with their dolls (which they named Angel and Dana ::giggle::). These girls already know how to do hair better than I do. They speak to each other in their native tongue, and then look at us and giggle... which I won't lie, makes me super paranoid.
They speak english fairly well, but not as well as we thought they might. They seem to answer agreeably to all our questions, which makes me wonder if they are trying to be nice, or if they have no clue what we are saying.
Oh well, it'll all work out.

We're going to head out for a little walk. It has been raining all day and finally stopped.

We'll be in touch!