Six months ago tonight we arrived at Houston Intercontinental Airport on a Continental flight from Hong Kong, ending our once-in-a-lifetime China journey to bring our daughter home. I remember how she stayed up all night that first night, and though I could hardly blame her, I regretted that I was doing a poor job of keeping my eyes open to help her take stock of her new home. Fortunately, we all survived and now sleep through the night quite well, thank you very much.
We celebrated with dinner at Auntie Chang's Dumpling House, selected for its strategic location between home and Joel's school, where we were headed for open house night. RJ took no notice of the occasion and had her usual very, very busy day. She spent it attending school, scooter riding, writing a letter to her grandparents, and asking me for tips on how to spell everyday English words and pronounce the phrase "flip flops."
We ended as we have most nights lately, by reading The Three Little Pigs and then having a chat about how our house is a strong one too, no big bad wolves need apply. Then it's time for a little extra discussion about what tomorrow will hold, counting down the days until Saturday (no school!), and lights out.
Have I mentioned how great we all think she is?