"Am I dreaming?"

On Friday evening, returning from a tiring day of work, I arrived home and noticed a photo taped to my door. Fumbling for my keys and grapling with a few bags of basic supplies from the grocery store, I grabbed the photo and walked inside. The photo was one of Jennn and a friend, but before I could ponder the meaning or origin of the snap shot, I came upon a few candles, lit, sitting on the floor. One thing I knew: This was no ordinary evening. My keen senses kicked in.

Our hero stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes narrow, his hearing sharp, his eyebrow raised in an inquisitive look. Slowly, quietly he put down the grocery bags, still not fully grasping the gravity of the situation. He did not know what lay just around the corner--what was waiting for him. How could he? Had there been any clues? No! This couldn't be. For a split second he wondered if he was really awake. No, this was real. Then as if coming from nowhere, a familiar voice broke the silence, "What's taking so long?"

Without so much as an hint of her plans, Jennn had taken the weekend and flown to the States, surprising both her parents and me. And so we had a wonderful weekend. Together for the first time in over two months. Her trip perfectly cutting in two our semester apart.

That weekend we ended up going down to Fair Lawn to visit with the Herzbergs and also drove to Princeton for a friend's wedding (for which I had already sent a reply indicating we couldn't attend, though Jennn told them otherwise). And then 50 hours after coming home to my surprise, the dream came to a close and I took Jennn back to the airport for her long flight back.

Steve