Mama, Tell Me Again...

Mama, tell me again, about how you came to Ap-ic-a to get me.  How you flew real high in a plane and you said, "Oh, they're so cute", and then you cried.  Tell me, mama.

This is a common conversation these days at our house.  Ana loves to hear how we flew on a plane to get her. How excited we were to meet she and Gabriel.  And her favorite part is when I cried and Daddy cried (on the inside) and she and Gabriel giggled and laughed when they met us.  She faithfully makes me repeat, "Oh, you were so cute!"

Here it is, Ana...

Here's mama...

Here's you...

Here's us then ...

Here's us now...