Two weeks ago Jason and I were sitting at the Sony Center at Corroboree enjoying a romantic dinner together, well as romantic as a man who has just traveled for 20 hours with two plane changes can be. Now, he is one hour from landing in Washington after what has been two of the most wonderful weeks of my life. In an attempt to make it to the 3 hour mark without crying, I'm going to blog best as I can. Don't worry, though, Jason promised to email an entry to me and I'll post it too.
Since August, Jason and I have had a countdown to his European trip. Although at times I thought it might never arrive, no day was longer that April 2. On that Thursday I watched the clock all day (which created a lot of impromptu lessons on telling time for the kiddos in my class.) Thanks to Brent, Camille, and Erica (who encouraged me to ask) I was able to leave school early and hustle to Tegel to greet Jason as he disembarked the plane. So, there I was, peach roses in hand (the same flowers he gave me on closing night of H2$) hanging off of the metal barriers staring at each tall man to emerge from the hallway 300 meters away. Finally, when I saw him, my heart melted. I threw my hand up waving like a hungry man near a hotdog vendor at the Reds' field. He waved back with a broad smile and met me at the door. He looked tired, but wonderful. From there, I took him on his first subway ride to my apartment where he dropped his things and we set out for dinner. For Jason's first Deutschland treat, I popped the top off of a beer and we walked to the Sony Center for dinner. Along the way, Jason pondered Die Mauer.
After the scenic tour to dinner (past Checkpoint Charlie, the 3rd Reich Airforce Ministry, and the Platz der 17 Juli/propaganda mural) Jason chose to eat at the Australian place in Sony Center. (This was no hardship to me since I totally love it. Of course, I only gave his 3 options that I enjoy...) It was so nice to sit and listen to him tell me about his trip, hold his hand, and make plans for our holiday.
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So glad you are blogging without tears. No one should blog and tear up. It is verboten.
Glad to have shared cake with you earlier today too.
And many many congrats....
Hugs!
So as I read your blog post I think that maybe you should be writing a book about this and it would be a romance novel, my stomach turned just reading this post! So sweet, I love young love! I have to say that your vaca with J is a huge comparison to Jerm and I's honeymoon to France aka the best 2 weeks of my life! So I can relate! Stay strong only a few weeks and you'll be reunited!
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