My Friday the Thirteen

It was a day full of reunion and hope.

Got some personal mails that lighted a smile on my lips. New opportunities beckoned me forward.

Aza could stand up for a long time while holding on to something. He and I were equally pleased. We squealed in delight and danced the dance of joy. (Yes, he can dance! Ohkay maybe I'm exaggerating. He does move when he hears the music.)

So I think, it's a good day for me.