My daughter is 9 minutes away from being "home". I have been tracking her flight and will breathe a sign of relief when I see "landed" come across my computer screen.
She has been in New York City for the past few days; a fairy tale trip she has anticipated for two years with her NHS group from high school. Even though I wanted to call her throughout the week, I held back except to inquire if she arrived safely and to check flight numbers and schedules. But I did get an unexpected call yesterday.
"Mom....guess where I am? We're taking a carriage ride through Central Park!" She went on to describe the sights of the city, how much she loved it there and how Broadway was "Amazing!" I am so thrilled that she got this opportunity, and imagine I will see somewhat of a different young lady when she arrives back home this evening.
I've missed her so....but I know this is just the first step in beginning to let go as new adventures and chapters take her to different places. As it should be, but nevertheless, hard for a Mama to untie those strings and watch her fly away.
Footnote: The plane has landed. And another page added to an already lovely scrapbook...