She kissed me!Right on the mouth too. In front of my parents and everything. And just a couple hours ago she'd been mad at me, except it only seemed l...ke a couple hours. I felt like I'd taken a nap, but it had been almost two months for everyone else.She looked great too, even better than I remembered and I did have a sweet ache in my stomach like maybe I hadn't seen her in a long time. Perhaps my heart knew what my brain didn't, you know? She wore a sweater and a long skirt, like a rum colored. The three ladies from our family were most welcome for the founding session.Machteld, her acting mother is very petite. She was born in Korea. When we first met her, we all smiled, as she was a few inches shorter than Tessel, aged eight. Mila is tall and very pretty as Tessel.All live in Amsterdam, so an appointment was set to happen very soon.The three tasty beauties arrived on their bicycles. After enjoying refreshments and smalltalk in our sunny garden, we proposed a shower. To relax, get. ”“You boys can play after I get this started,” JJ scolded, setting her work tray beside Ed. Moments later, she was ready to insert the needle. IV bags were hanging on stands beside the chair.“A slight pinch,” JJ advised in a murmur before inserting the needle. Once it was in, and the feed line taped down, she asked, “Are you okay?”“I hardly felt it,” Ed assured her. “You can stick needles in me any time you want.”“The next time I’ll do it from thirty paces,” JJ promised in an attempt to keep. I went back for our things, and we walked across the stream, barefoot, out of the wood and up a hill to a clearing full of wild flowers. We sat. Mei started trying to weave a necklace of the flowers in a way that seemed impossibly complicated. I ran all over the clearing gathering enough flowers for her, and after a while we sat cross legged, heads touching as we bent over the necklace, our fingers working together and often touching, as we tried to weave the stems together. I leaned back.