I hadn't been able to sleep for like two nights (not really) but I couldn't get free of the thought that she'd traveled all the way from New York to Lynden, WA and it was only a little longer before I could meet her.

Finally, Friday came and I headed off for the great country to the South. I had to run several errands before I'd get to meet her, and with each errand finished, the anticipation grew.

"Almost time now."

I headed to the mini storage to pick up the three packages. I got there and started searching through things.

"Not mine... not mine... not mine either..."

It was too early to get nervous, but I was wondering where the packages went. Finally I spotted them over in one corner. I grabbed them and headed back to my truck.

I didn't have a knife on me because they frown on those at the border, so I used my keys to open the packages. First package... second... and now the third - and there she was - my new lens!

And unlike many of my friends in relationships with foreigners, I didn't have any trouble bringing her across the border - she made it just in time for Evan's wedding. I'm sure we'll get along splendidly. Every day that we're together is better than the day before. Here's a couple pictures: