She's home.
Her return flight was much less eventful than her flight out, unless you count the fact that she was able to sit next to T.U. on her flight from Beijing to Chicago. But I'll let her tell you about that.
I'll tell you that it was wonderful to see her. That I didn't realize how much I missed her smile. That there is a bond between this mother and her daughter that transcends many miles and much time, but that I love to see her beautiful face and listen to her excited voice and hear her infectious laughter.
She's been half-way 'round the world, seen things that I will likely never see, and now she's asleep in her bed in a roomful of fairies and flowers, will likely awake wondering where she is.
But I will know, I already know, and I'm glad to have her back.
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