First
Day in America! April 1, 1999 - We arrive with our three girls and unite
with Vanya and Lise
Hey, we are back! Got in yesterday afternoon and were greeted at the airport
by my parents and two sisters with four cousins and Vanya and Lise. If
you were expecting a grand Kodak moment, it was more like
one mob meeting another. There were a lot of very cute scenes amid the
celebration, though. Vanya was beaming and within minutes was chasing
sister Sveta around in circles. Each of the girls held Lise and was very
sweet with her, touching her hair and gently kissing her. On the way home
in our van (filled to capacity now with kids), Lise was looking intently
at oldest sister Elena, while Kerry and I marveled at the reality of our
family being together in one place. At mealtimes Lise has been gazing
at Elena, too, and I have watched as their eyes meet and they grin at
each other. Vanya was unusually gleeful all day today, and was being goofy
and showing off for his big sisters' benefit. I know he is enjoying the
new relationships in our family. When the five kids lined up at the bar
for lunch and they were all moving, eating, and talking, Kerry and I looked
at each other and marveled that our dream has finally become reality.
After dinner, while I was washing up the dishes, Kerry sat on the couch with Lise and Toma, and
the other three were on the floor just goofing around enjoying each other.
Folks, the memories of the past twenty-four hours alone are worth all
of the work to bring our kids together!
So what did our Russian kids do their first day in America? First of all,
Toma and Sveta were awake at 5:15 a.m. For two very jet-lagged parents,
that was like a nightmare. Then it looked like this: Before Breakfast:beg
to ride bikes. Breakfast. After breakfast:ride bikes. Lunch. After lunch:ride
bikes. Before dinner:buy Elena a new bike. Ride bikes until dinner. Dinner.
After dinner:beg to go outside and ride bikes. Bedtime. Dream about riding
bikes. You get the picture. I was out in the garage most of the day and
felt like the ringmaster of a three-ring circus. Some other notable moments:
before dinner last night, barely home an hour, Sveta (8) brought in a
fistful of beautiful flowers - from the neighbor's yard. Then later, a
bouquet of California poppies (which are illegal to pick in California).
Elena jumped on my mountain bike without knowing how to apply the brakes
to stop. She was heading right for our new van at a frightening speed,
then hit a dip in the lawn, had the bike bounce out from under her, and
she planted two handprints on the side window of our new minivan. No harm
to child or vehicle, but my heart was pounding-for both of them!
One of the delights of the day for me was taking Elena to WalMart to shop
for Easter shoes and then surprise her with a new bike. I have been looking
forward to buying bikes for my girls for months. I asked the store clerk
to pull four bikes down from the display rack, then told Elena in Russian
"You choose". Without a second's hesitation, she pointed to
the teal colored bike and the green safety helmet. Back home in the expansive
culdesac down the street, she beamed joyfully, riding in circles with
me. As we turned to leave, she ran up against the curb and fell off her
bike. We'll have to work on that brake thing…
I have many things to share about our trip, which I will do in posts over
the next few days. Summary: Everything went like clockwork, no hitches,
surprises, or even time pressures. I look forward to sharing with you
many of the wonderful moments of our first couple days together.
Even just being back a little over 24 hours, I can already tell you emphatically
that for us, five is better than two. Family in any configuration can
be a wonderful experience, but we already see the joy in our two little
ones' eyes just being with their older sisters and we know that the dream
we have pursued for over two years is bearing good fruit. Thank you very
much for all of your prayers and love.
David and Kerry Avilla
Lise, 4, Vanya, 6, Tamara, 7, Svetlana, 8, Elena, almost 12