We’ve been here in Luxembourg just over six weeks now.
When Hannah is older, I want her to know these things:
You hopped on the plane and flew here as if you’ve done it a million times.
You adjusted to a six hour time change that left me dragging for days.
You eat new foods to which you’re not accustomed.
You go places you’ve never been.
Where they speak languages you’ve never heard.
Twice when we have been at the grocery store you’ve repeated something you heard someone say in French. Then you covered your mouth and collapsed into a heap of giggles, as if you said something you weren’t supposed to.
You helped us unpack boxes.
You’ve jumped right in to playing with other kids even though you have no idea what they’re saying. On this particular day, you played with two other little girls for almost an hour. When I asked you what their names were you shrugged your shoulders and said, “I don’t know. They speak French.”
You sit quietly and patiently in the car while we concentrate on unfamiliar streets, signs and signals. And while we regain our bearings when we (often) get lost.
This is not to say that everything has been perfect or even ideal.
Because it hasn’t.
Not even close.
This expat thing is the biggest, most difficult thing we’ve ever done.
We have not been without challenges and intense moments.
But you, little girl, press on as if it all makes sense.
And we are so proud of you.