Sunday, July 28
"tomorrow is the day"
Night has fallen. The bags are packed. Almost all the items have been checked off the list. There is no more planning, no more preparing. Tomorrow is the day: my boys and I will take to the skies, to go spend two weeks with my parents in Montreal, to visit family, to enjoy a true northern summer with grass and rain, not a Texas scorcher. I would be looking forward to it all so much if I wasn't terrified about the two flights alone with the two boys. But I know that fear only lives in the future. Once I step on that plane, I will be breathing that moment, that now. It will no longer be that which I fear but what I am living through, bringing to bear all of my resources of calm and grounding (not to mention all the new toys and snacks.) I'll get to find out whether everyone is right: whether it'll be just fine.
Linking up with Christina Rosalie's Just One Paragraph.