Sunday, June 3, 2012
I hadn't seen Daddy in a few years when I flew to Japan to marry him. I had to go through customs and it had been a 14-hour flight, and I had to have my hand bandaged in customs because I had cut it open without noticing. When I finally came out into the airport, there were a sea of Japanese people and I couldn't find him. Finally I saw Daddy come up and I ran up to embrace him and was met with his hand held out to stop me. "I'd like you to meet my mother." Clearly PDA was out of the question. He made up for it later.