I am rushing around – my thoughts one step ahead of my steps. Remember such-and-such, I remind myself. And with that I am hurrying downstairs to get something important. Then back upstairs, my arms full of that such-and-such as well as a few other things that I meant to pick up.
My cell phone chimes and I look down at the number displayed on the front. Realizing who is calling, I quickly pick up the phone. Hello! I smile as I speak like an exited small child just before Christmas. We speak, make plans, make notes, and say goodbye for the night.
I’m back running again. Into the closet where I stand looking at the hangers filled with clothing. What to choose? Then I chide myself for thinking, yet again, that I have nothing to wear. I hurry back to the guest room where my suitcase lays open on the bed waiting for me to make a decision on what to take. Back into the bathroom, thinking, pondering, planning. What do I need to take? Which lotion should I pack?
Remember your passport.
Remember your itinerary.
Don’t forget the GPS.
Is everything going to fit into that one piece of luggage, given that the other one is filled with other things meant for the babies that I love?
Such is the evening of a grandma on the night before she boards the plane to visit those she loves. A daughter, a son-in-love, a son, a daughter-in-love and, most wonderful of all, a granddaughter and a grandson.
How will I sleep tonight with such anticipation running through my mind? Doesn’t matter. Tomorrow I will hold my grandchildren!