best memory

I think my best memory has to be...when we flew in from San Diego back home to Garden, my boyfriend met me in the airport lobby. I was totally not expecting it, since its a fairly long drive to get to the airport, and he had no license at the time. It turns out that he knew thats around the time I would be flying in and so his mum took his family to eat at their favorite restaurant, which happened to be at the airport. So by the time my plane got in, he walked into the lobby and gave me the best hug ever as a welcome home present.