The countdown is on. Kristina is coming home for Thanksgiving. She’ll be here in a matter of hours.
I know it’s only for a week. I know she’ll be back for Christmas. I know she’ll stay for a month then. I know there will come a time – soon – when “going home” means going back to college and her friends and the life she is creating.
But that is then.
This now contains the knowledge that today I will be able to hug my daughter for the first time in nearly three months.
I am OVER THE MOON.
Clearly, I am not the only one who thinks this is important.