She’s here.
They left her luggage in Dubai – two suitcases stuffed with gifts and a scattering of clothes. And there were flight delays, and the traffic on the I-5 was so bad it took me 45 minutes to drive the last 20 miles to Sea-Tac – after hovering close to 80mph most of the way because I could not be late, only when I announced that I was leaving Himself announced that before I left (it’s a four hour drive) he absolutely had to check the tires … the radiator … the oil … the-who-knows-what-because-I-had-to-run-inside-and-do-housework-to-prevent-myself-from-screaming … and then I was at the airport, and inside, and there were people everywhere but none of them was HER. (Although at least she had her phone and could text.)
And then there she was, and all I could do was hold on, and hold on, and when I let go she still held on.
It’s been so, so long. Half a lifetime, nearly. She was 18 when Himself and I found each other at some long lost intersection of the World-Wide Web, and I launched myself – not heeding the cost, never suspecting how high it would be – across the Atlantic and to the far side of a continent that was itself a world away, and into his arms, his bed, his life (our 17th anniversary was just the other day). And left her behind.
And now she’s here.
This whole feverish, dusty summer has been building up to this. Hours online planning a road trip, dollars committed – far more than I intended but it’s been so long – more hours tunneling through the chaotic mess of the guest bedroom and cleaning and transforming it into a welcoming space. The antique brass bed is the one I bought her when she was eight years old and we moved into the first (only) house I bought as an adult single person and I determined to give her a space that would feel like forever, like hers, like home. The karakul rug we found at the Rand Easter Show that same year – it’s still beautiful and soft on her feet, after I pulled it – covered with dust and bird shit and mouse droppings – out of the barn and sat with it in a steaming laundromat for hours a few days ago, one of the hottest days of this hot summer. The chest of drawers and wardrobe are empty, just waiting for her bags to arrive from Dubai.
We can wait. There’s no great rush. We have a whole three weeks of summer.
And she’s here.
Ahhh! Wonderful! Your love and excitement jumps out of your words! Enjoy her and your time together! x
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Is it possible to forget how much you love someone? Love gets complicated when years pass and you try not to think about the distance so you just put it out of your mind! I am so VERY happy!
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I think it is. I had a similar experience when Son from another Mother visited earlier this year.
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I’m so excited for you! And her! Enjoy your time together. 🙂
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Thanks, Lindsay! It doesn’t matter how old they get – that momma heart never quits longing for just a little more time… 🙂
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So sweet – enjoy the precious time with your daughter!
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Thank you.
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So happy you get to spend this time with your daughter, it will be a wonderful 3 weeks. 🙂 I know what you mean about love getting complicated after so much time has passed. Inevitably you’ll both end up seeing the qualities in each other that made it so difficult to part in the first place and blissful normalcy will take over.
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It’s not easy reconciling the 18-year-old I remember with the 30-something woman visiting me now – but I am loving getting to know her again… 🙂
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I am so excited for you and the girl child!! I hope you have a wonderful 3 weeks together!! And I hope you share some stories about your great adventures when you have time to write in a few weeks time! 🙂
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Thank you, Ms MPB! I haven’t been able to write anything at all for the past month, but I think you guys are in for a gusher now. Brace yerselves… 🙂
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Have a wonderful reunion. I felt the excitement of that airport rendezvous.
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It was magical! Thanks for stopping by, Al… 🙂
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Hi Val. Enjoy your time with your Girl Child.
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Dankie, Griet! Soeintjies aan jou en jou ma… 🙂
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En ‘n groot drukkie, Greetha, van jou Yaankee Neef
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Beyond excited and happy for you. Have an exquisite time together! XOXOXO
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Thank you my dear! Her luggage should be here this evening, just in time for tomorrow’s road trip. Heaving a sigh of relief here!
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Your love and excitement fly right off my computer screen! Beautiful.
My husband and I also got together later in life – 16 years it’s been for us. So lucky.
Alison
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Hi, Alison – yes, I prowled around your site and read your story. Lovely!
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What a bubbly anticipation. Worlds apart and time may make the heart grow fonder, but it’s those few days together that will cement the bonds again. Enjoy your moments.
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Thank you for stopping by! Still bubbling here… 🙂
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