Today

I feel like a child on Christmas Eve awaiting that longed for bicycle or in my case it was a pair of winter boots that you had to take your shoes off to wear. Not the red, fur topped, zip up boots I had worn as a child but what we called kickereenos - grown up boots that required a shoe bag to put your school shoes in. The anticipation was great and then the joy of opening the gift. Do you remember that feeling?
Today I will experience a long awaited and eagerly anticipated event. I am on my way to Columbus to meet Emerson Davis Boyles, my first grandchild. I knew someday I would meet him but I set aside the longing and wishing because I just didn't know when the opportunity would come. People looked shocked when I told them I hadn't held him yet. I'd answer that my mom needed me and I would meet Emerson when I could. I had seen him on Skype. I managed to convince myself that it was fine - and it was. But today is the day - and I cannot believe it is here and that I will hold him and hug his mom and dad. It is bigger than any Christmas morning I can remember.