Not That I'm Counting
In the rush of getting Halloween costumes on for school this morning (we've got a cyborg, a cave woman, a half man/half woman, and a cheerleader), the kids forgot to rip off the last link in the paper chain.
There it is above, just waiting to be torn to shreds in celebration, because that final link means one small but significant thing.
This is it. Today is the day.
Mom and Dad (Grandma and Grandpa) are in the air. They land tonight. Five years and two missions are finally over. I get my parents back.
We'll be the ones at the airport with the balloons jumping up and down and screaming like banshees as they come down the escalators.
As fun as that part will be, I'm most looking forward to something else: feeling their arms around me again, holding me tight as I breathe them in.