The first night Emmanuel arrived he was really tired when he got off the plane, so we quickly got his stuff and drove to our house. When we got home we ate pot roast that my mom had made. It was really good. The moment we opened the lid we could hear all the juices bubbling. After we ate the delicious pot roast we went to bed. I let Emmanuel sleep in my bed and I slept on the couch. The next day we went to the bike store and bought him a mountain bike that was able to go on dirt. Then I showed him Elings Park. He really liked it. When he got to the top of the first hill he was really happy, he had made it almost the whole way up. Right then I realized that the journey is more important than the prize. That night we ate the rest of the pot roast and went to bed happy and full.