Boston Tea Party

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms that are reading our blog.  We are so lucky to have been blessed with two great mothers who have given and continue to give us so much. One of the reasons this trip to Boston was even possible was because we knew that our girls would be well taken care of by their Grammy and Grandma.

Thank you both so much. We Love You! Here are a few pictures that we received throughout the day of our girls back home having fun at the Magic House and out for dinner.

Clearly this was not the typical Mother's Day morning for us. Usually the girls and I will bring breakfast to Dana in bed and give her a few presents. One of my traditions each year is to write a poem from each of our children to Dana.  Because this blog is primarily about Magnus, I will go ahead and post the poem that I wrote to her from Magnus. Hopefully this picture is clear enough to read.

We got a late start to the day today. Well, it was actually a very early start as Magnus woke up at 4am, ready to have a Boston Tea Party. We couldn't get him back to sleep until about 6am. We didn't get out of bed completely until around 9am. Rough start!

Once we showered up and stopped for some Dunkin Donuts, we were off to church. We were going to take the train into the city and see if we could catch a service in a really cool old church. We were struggling to find one that had a noon mass. Dana remembered the basillica that she visited a few days ago had a noon mass so we headed that way...in the rain.  We got there very early and found out that the next English mass was at 12:30pm, but there was a Spanish mass already in progress. Well "alabado sea el Señor", it was a glorious service. The music and community were glorious. At the sign of peace, everyone left their pews and embraced each other as if they were all family. It went on for about 5 minutes. I think that is the way it should always happen!  At the end of mass the priest called a large group of people to the front. We figured it was for a blessing, so we headed up ourselves. It wasn't until we were in the full mix that I realized all the men were still in the pews. Oh, a Mother's Day blessing, that makes sense! I kind of slid off to the side all cool-like as if I just wanted to get up closer for a better look. Dana got her bendición (blessing) and a red rose.

When mass ended it was still pouring down rain. We decided that it would make more sense to get Mags to take a nap and then we would try to go see something else in the afternoon. When he woke up, the sun was shining for the first time since Dana has been here. We headed to the train to go see Boston Harbor. 

The harbor/wharf area was really bustling and a lot of fun. We walked around, did some souvenir shopping, ate some delicious food, and Mags even got a ride on a carousel.

While we have been having a good time, we do know why we are here. Our little guy that breaks into a full-out sweat when he gets even the slightest bit upset and gets out of breath just putting on his pajamas needs some fixin'.  That unique sound of whooshing when we put our ear to his chest will be replaced with a more familiar thump-thump, thump-thump. Tomorrow will probably be one of longest days of our lives. Our little bundle of joy will be in the hands of the best doctors in the world, but more importantly, in God's hands. We are confident that what the lady told Magnus in the airport on our way home from China (God has big plans for you little one!) is so true. 

Thank you all for the support and prayers. We will try to make short posts throughout the day tomorrow to keep everyone updated as we hear from his medical team.

From Dana:

"A child born to another woman calls me Mama. The depth of the tragedy and magnitude of the privilege are not lost on me." - Jody Landers

Magnus's biological mother has been on my mind all throughout this special Mother's Day. It's her day as much as it is mine. I would give anything to tell her about our incredible son. Yes ours, Magnus is both hers and mine. We are connected by a very special bond. I wish we could share in this bond together but that will never happen. If I had the chance, I would tell her that she has the most beautiful son who makes strangers smile time and time again. That our son is so full of joy and love for life. He bobs his head and dances to silent music as he toddles on the sidewalk. That our son is so loving and so loved. He showers us with exhorbitant amounts of affection, it must be inherent from her. And we couldn't love him any more, not one more bit! He is smart - not just smart, crazy smart! And he is fierce. So fierce and brave. She would beam with pride as I do. I pray her heart and mind have peace and somehow know that he is alive, he is adored and he will be healthy soon! I am forever grateful to this selfless and brave woman. She has changed my life like no other and I will always love her for the gift of our son.