As we headed to the zoo on Sunday, I reminded everyone that two years ago that day I was leaving Orlando on my way to Ethiopia to meet Chakisae.
Chakisae wanted to know more about this meeting.
"You shake my hand?" she asked.
Jim, Ben and I burst out laughing at that, cracking up at the image of me shaking hands with a 1.5 year old (and my new daughter). Kisae then got into the joke and started saying, "You say, 'Nice to meet you baby.' I say, 'Nice to meet you Mommy."
Of course, the actual first meeting wasn't quite like that (more on the real thing to come, I'm sure), but I'm still chuckling about the imagined courtesies. And, yeah baby, it was nice to meet you.