In the summer of 2005 P and I took a just for the hell of it trip to British Columbia. While in Vancouver we made the decision to bring SS home. When we returned home we began the paperwork, talked fondly about our BC trip, and decided we would return with our baby as soon as we brought her home.
Life has a way of ruining your plans. Besides, SS was busy meeting her great grandmother in New York, the Abus in Puerto Rico, and her grandpa in Maui. Then SS made return trips to Maui and Puerto Rico. Life got in the way.
Knott's Berry Farm, Soak City and Disneyland passes did not help either. Just when we said enough, we are going to BC, our passports expired.
We kept our promise, and today we finally realized the purpose of this little trip. SS crossed the Canadian border, sang her butt off, and was completely excited. She has heard the story so many times. SS has heard (and seen pictures) where we went, what we ate (we were camping, and made the best food ever), and how much we looked forward to return to BC with our daughter. Looks like SS is very pleased, mission accomplished.