Our little athlete...

We joined Jeff for lunch at work today. I had to laugh because although it's been a while since we've dined at General Mills, as soon as we pulled into the parking ramp Graham began asking for his Dada! Graham surprised both Jeff and I by eating heaping spoonfuls of vegetable risotto for lunch. And the best part was, he didn't spit out a single vegetable! Well, I have to be honest, he did spit out one bite but it was only because he saw tater tots on the next table and thought they looked better than he peas. I'm hoping his willingness to eat those healthy vegetables are a sign that his pickiness is coming to an end, but I can be honest with myself and guess that his great meal was due to being completely distracted by something going on outside. We were sitting at the window and there was a group of people playing with footballs. In between bites, Graham would exclaim "Ball!" very loudly. Maybe in the future, Jeff should play football in the backyard while I fill Graham's mouth with peas! After lunch, we headed outside so Graham could get a closer look at the activity on the lawn. Apparently, it was some sort of Friday afternoon de-stressing activity which was perfect for our amazing fall day!

Graham would have thrown the ball into the lake had Jeff not been right there to stop him.

He did NOT want to give the ball back!

Going for a touchdown!

Ok, because I'm sentimental about dates and anniversaries I have to note what happened exactly a year ago today....our TRAVEL CALL!!!! After being up extremely late reading the night before, I was having a very lazy morning at home when the phone rang. I saw on caller ID that it was CHS, but I was afraid to let myself believe this could actually be "the call". When I answered the phone I heard Jill, our country coordinator, tell me that she had good news. She then went on to say those words that were absolute music to my ears. She said "Melissa, go get your boy!!" I don't have any clue what I said to her or if I was just trying to stifle my crying (yes, there was a lot of crying these few days) but at some point she asked me several times if I was ok. Was I ok? To say I was just ok, was a complete understatement! I was elated, excited, in complete disbelief, and my mind was already racing with what I had to do to get to Seoul as soon as possible. I immediately got off the phone with Jill and called Jeff. It was early in the morning and when Jeff answered the phone at work I was crying. The poor guy must have thought my tears were just a continuation from the night before rather than tears of joy. Eventually, I was able to tell him he needed to come home because we were going to Korea! After wrapping things up at work, Jeff arrived home later that morning and I was able to announce that we were leaving in less than 48 hours! The next two days were a blur of packing and organizing and just trying to breath...