We arrived home from the airport around 10 a.m. I was hoping the boys would show up soon afterwards.
We unpacked, started laundry, and generally settled into our house.
Then we got a call. My in-laws were going to feed the boys lunch and then bring them down from their house.
I didn’t express my frustration at their delay. I was being unreasonably impatient, I told myself. I could wait another two hours.
Meaza and my husband went upstairs to our room and literally embarked upon a 24-hour “nap.” I have never known anyone, let alone any two people, to sleep so long. Obviously, it was needed.
I didn’t nap – I was too anxious to see my boys.
I heard the front door open.
It was them!
They were here!
I whispered, “Merry Christmas!” and embraced them both. I kissed their heads and faces and hands. They kept saying, “Mom. Your here. Mommy.”
I actually started to shake with uncontrollable sobs – of joy, of overwhelming-ness, of relief.
The stress and strain of the last week finally poured out as I clung to my boys. I had held my emotions in check for the duration of the trip overseas. I hadn’t realized how homesick I was. How much I had missed the boys.
They asked if I was okay. I said that I was – I was home.
I want to thank the Two Writing Teachers blog administrators for providing the opportunity to participate in the Slice of Life March challenge.
I want to thank all of you who have been reading this month (and year). Your reading and comments and are treasures to my heart!