The number 10 has been floating around in my mind now since at least November. When December 10th came and went, I though, hmm, okay. It was a fluke. 10 was no big deal. Or maybe it would be. Time would tell.
So today, when hubby (Poopsie) called me and said that we need to be in Vietnam by 10 January, I said, “Ah….January. Of course.”
So, we will fly out on 8 January and will stay at the Somerset Grand at prices that do not, sadly, reflect the low season. But never mind that. In two weeks, we’ll be meeting sweet little Bao.
Could I be happier? Nah.
Now where are my suitcases…..???