All the fun of His return has started.
Cleaning the House
Getting the Boys Ready
And waiting the last few days and hours. The time just crawls by when you get to this point. I know when He gets on His first flight but I don't know anything else until He lands at the closest airport. Sometime soon He will step on US soil again. Sometime soon He will board the last plane and fly home to me.
Why can't I just fast forward to the moment of my first hug?