Seven days. One week. Away. I've packed and repacked: trying to be a smart packer. Black is the only color necessary as I AM going to New York. 20" of snow due to hit there tomorrow...just as we fly into it. Great. Breathe Vava. The "events" are not until the end of the week so we'll (eventually) make it.
Our nephew is marrying the love of his life on January 1, 2011. 1/1/11 - isn't that clever?? My Guy and I and most of the fam are winging northeast over the next few days. Fun times in the city.
Believe it or not, I'm a bit hesitant to leave. Over the years I usually felt relief when I was able to sneak off. I so needed a break...back then. These past six months have been an absolute life-changing season for the three of us - one we never DREAMED possible. We enjoy one another. A lot!
#2 and I were just in the kitchen all by ourselves. I asked if I could have a "7-Day Hug." He allowed it. And there we stood in the middle of our kitchen, Christmas still around us, hugging each other like nobody's business. I prayed too - for our safe travel, his safety at home, favor with a new job (tomorrow), wise choices while we are away. Out LOUD. He lets me do that. After....he said with a smile: "Now, that was a 7-Day-Hug." I'd say so!
Some folks think miracles are mythical. I'm here to tell you they are real. We ARE one. The rapport, bonding and respect that flows among us was missing for many years. We always had the love; but love isn't enough.
In hindsight I am thankful for every struggle. I would not be appreciative of what's going on now. If I told you some of those things...you might say, "...why Vava, that's normal." Not so in our case We've never known normal.
And so My Guy and I jet off tomorrow for New York for a get-away and an elegant wedding. Who wouldn't be excited? I am. And I'm not. I look at #2 Son and shake my head in awe. I thank God for restoring our family. (...and I pray all is well upon our return).
Maybe just one more "7-Day-Hug"?