In two short days I will see my boy. My young man. Less than 48 hours.
Oh, I can barely wait.
I will report back on the visit. We only get three hours total, which won't nearly be enough. But at least I'll get to feel his hugs and see his green eyes and listen to him tell us about his new life. I bet I will even see some smiles.
I feel like I did when I was a little girl waiting for something special to happen, and the wait was unbearable.