Counting down the days until our daughter arrives began a while ago…really a year ago when we said goodbye and we consoled ourselves that we would see her in a year. We…okay ME….decided a year isn’t that long really. We’ll stay busy. We’ll hardly notice the distance or time, any more than when they lived in Washington DC. We have had plenty of time to get used to the idea she lives far away. Really, it’s been fine. Really.
We e-mail and IM and she is great about phoning. Technology is a great thing. She doesn’t sound any further away from Cambridge than she did from DC. Logic and sensibility aren’t where the longing comes from.
It’s that heart string that tugs. The one that aches when for no reason I’d like to hug her tight or watch her eyes flash defiant as she rants about some injustice. Or the tears that well when I think of holding her hand or smelling her hair. Or, the need I have to breath the same air as she is breathing.
No matter how great a job we do staying communication close, I am counting down the days until my child is in our house!