Let me tell you a story about what I’m feeling today.

Some of you may know that I haven’t seen my kid for more than two years. The reason why is for another story but let me tell you something else right now.

Back in early 2000, we planned to visit Mom in Ottawa after a couple of years living in Florida. It was a very long road trip I will never forget.

As I was pulling up to Mom’s driveway, I saw her push the people around her from her massive front glass window, and I noticed her jumping up and down at the door, clapping her hands.

I could already hear her voice yelling at her partner to go out and help us with the luggage, as she continues to jump up and down, I was almost sure her head almost hit the door frame from excitement.

I didn’t really understand what she was feeling, but in my mind, the jumping and clapping was a bit too much. Or so I thought.

Until today.

My son is just about to land in Toronto and I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am.

I haven’t jumped up and down yet but I have been pacing the floor so much, my Apple Watch asked me if I was working out.

I had to sit down to calm myself. Too bad for all the people who chose to sit beside me because I immediately engage them into a conversation mainly telling them that I’m about to see my son whom I haven’t seen in two years.

Sure, they got up and looked for another place to sit but that’s not important right now.

The important thing is my kid is almost here and I finally understood my Mom’s excitement back then.

It’s the joy and relief of seeing your kid (or grandkid) safely arrive after years of absence, in your arms. With the tightest and warmest hugs.

This Christmas, I got what I want.

**UPDATE — he just landed.

Let me go to the washroom. I can jump up and down there.

Im not kidding.

So, my kid is flying in tomorrow for a visit.

I prayed so hard that the weather would be nice for his flight, avoiding any delayed or cancellations.

You know how much bad luck I have with travelling. I just hope my luck wouldn’t get Tyler too.

So, the Winter storm of the century is about to happen and it’s stressing me the fuck out.

Then I remembered how I haven’t had my prayers answered or listened in a long time. Well, at least it sure feels like it.

So I messaged a friend to pray on my behalf.

I think it is working because Tyler’s flight will get here moments before snowmaggedon happens.

Hey, isn’t it easier to ask for forgiveness rather than permission?

I learned that from a meme somewhere.