I love when things happen in life that I know I will remember them always. Sojo on Thursday night, outside our house in the dark, binoculars in hand, searching for the headlights of the taxi that carried Popo and Gong Gong is what I will remember. And the dancing and jumping that ensued when they finally arrived. It was pure joy and love and so gorgeous.
We're already having a great time. Birthday preparations, massages, leisurely lunches and lots of time hanging out. Plus I got a kick out of calling my parents and asking them to pick me up from school. Felt a bit nostalgic.