I used to drive a lot to Chicago from Minneapolis. It was a good 6 hours. And they went pretty quickly. Singing to the radio. Mile after mile. Dreaming. Always dreaming. But those last ten miles. Oh, those last 10 miles, took forever. So close. Not yet there.
Maybe your heart gets ready before the rest of you. That beating heart – so anxious to be held in the arms of “oh how we’ve been waiting, just for you!” That eager beating heart, so ready to be filled! So 10 miles ahead of your brain and your feet. And all I can do is race after it.
We are waiting at the airport for our last flight. Our last “ten miles.” And then. Home. Well, more than that really. Heart. Mother. That’s where we are going. Racing after my heart. So eager. So ready to be home. I’m coming, Mom!