So last night we went to the airport to pick up Diane. I stood at the arrival lounge once more eagerly scanning the faces of the passengers as they walked in the distance towards us and the door though this time I looked for a female figure instead of a male. I felt mixed feelings of joy and sadness, joy at expecting to see Diane again and sadness whenever I spot a young traveller - judging by the size of the luggage so you know he has come from afar and not just K.L. I watch as he quickens his step as he spots his mother in the crowd, his face breaking into a wide happy smile and his arms quickly wrap around her.
This morning we were all united by Skype and to my great delight, my package had arrived. I always feel so thankful as though a small miracle has happened each time my parcel arrives safely as if I do not trust the postal system. We were all overjoyed that at least our one away was warmed by the tokens of our love, squealing as he opened and tried each gift.
Princess and the Frog was very good and refreshing and the songs so lovely. Diane and I had two hours of escapism. I like cartoons, but only the ones with great music. ^^
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