The morning we came back to Japan heavy snow fall set the stage. We had lots to carry, loved ones to say bye to, and people to thank. It reminded me of going home after a big family Christmas party. Our stomachs hurt from eating too much, we had more to carry than we had hands, Ammon needed to be spanked and put to bed, we had to say goodbye to loved ones we wouldn't see for a long time, and we had a gift in our hands we were very thankful for. I don't think the pilot's name was Rudolph, and the little baggie of peanuts didn't stack up against gingersnaps or figgie pudding, but there seemed to be some magic in the air when we flew through the sky that night.
It's funny what you find to amuse yourself with while strapped to a chair for twelve hours. Monica is magic when it comes to bringing the best out of life, and in a little video clip you can see how she worked her magic on those ¢82 headphones you'll find in the seat in front of you. Monica and the rest of us in rows 26 through 32 were highly amused by our boy and his little dance.
Jarom could hardly have been more pleasant. We also lucked out and were given our own row though we only paid for two seats. Once we arrived, the child loving head of the immigration office at NRT personally saw to it that Jarom's papers went through without a hitch. I knew we were receiving nothing less than devine help when our car started after being burried in snow for nearly a month and a half. We made it back to our little apartment in Kawanakajima so smothly it would have made Santa jeleous.
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