I have about 60 miles to travel until I hit the city. I couldn’t be more carefree. Most days, I get by on coffee and a biting sarcasm that borders on gallows humor. However, if you cut me open today, I think I would bleed rainbows, unicorns, and butterflies.
I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time.
I’m on my way to pick up my daughter. The ride has been a fun, relaxed one. I could’ve been cut off a thousand times by other drivers and I wouldn’t have batted an eye; nothing could rain on my parade.
Later this week, I’ll be off to pick up my oldest son. The miles spin by and I’m happy as can be.
With those two and our youngest son home, we’ll celebrate our first Christmas together in three years. No Facetime or Zoom calls, no straining to hear the person on the other end of the line or accidentally talking over each other, we’ll all be together on Christmas morning. When the kids were little, they used to set their alarms appallingly early just so they could wake us up and see what Santa brought. Now, I’ll be the one setting my alarm — just to make sure I get to spend every valuable second that I can with them.
I will enjoy the next ten days. I am blessed and I know it. I’m like the kid who gets to run out of school for Christmas vacation. I’m excited and I can’t wait.