OhhhEmmmGeeeeee! Tomorrow the meet and greet is happening!
I’ve been on pins and needles all week because I didn’t have a schedule for this visit. Hope has been antsy because the lack of detail affected our countdown-to-meeting numbers. I am also a bit of a control freak, so the lack of detail has been driving me crazy.
So, in less than 12 hours I hop a flight for 7 hours of travel. A few hours after touching down, I’ll go to a meeting with Hope and her therapist. I have no earthly idea what will happen. I believe it’s going to be awesome.
I’m not nervous, maybe a little anxious, but really just eager. I am wearing a casual dress; I decided I needed my security blanket for this meeting. I don’t know what to expect. It’s not like seeing a newborn. We will both see each other and react. What an amazing, yet odd, thing, right?
Will we recklessly eyeball each other across a conference table in silence? Will she be as chatty as she’s been since our first phone call? Will I be able to hold back tears because it’s all so amazingly overwhelming (I’m such a crier)? What will we talk about first? Just how many Justin Bieber songs will I listen to this weekend (she’s got a thing for him; thank God she also appreciates good music like Earth, Wind and Fire too…softens the Bieber-blow a little, but I digress).
Claiming tomorrow as the new Best. Day. Ever! before it even happens.
Tomorrow marks another point is this new life chapter.
But now, this fuzzy mop on my head demands my attention, as does the rest of the stuff that needs to go in this duffel bag!