I haven’t posted for several days now because my dad is in hospital and everything else in life has been put on hold. Or I guess when it comes right down to it: forgotten about.
Emma and Bryan arrived home this afternoon and were so happy to be back. They hadn’t slept for two nights having spent the first one trying to catch some sleep in Bangkok airport after flying in from Hanoi, and the second on the plane from Tokyo to Toronto. After three weeks of eating exotic (and not so exotic) food, Emma was in the mood for raw carrots, apples, tomato soup and Kraft dinner, so I made sure I sure I had everything that might possibly tempt her in the house beforehand.
On the way back from the airport we stopped into the hospital because she wanted to see her grandfather. Dad told me he felt badly about what he was putting everyone through, and I immediately said: "It’s an opportunity for us to show love." He seemed to like that and gave me a sweet little smile.