My college kid sent me a text this morning asking me if I was so, so excited about this weekend. That question should receive a resounding YES. Usually when I get within 48 hours of getting to spend time with my sister and her baby (and her husband) I start losing my mind with excitement. This time, I am a bit more tempered. That tempering is two fold.
First, my trip got cancelled in December due to a snow storm, and I really wanted to spend time with my sister and her baby (and her husband, sorry wt) at Christmas to make crafts and cookies and see the baby with the tree and presents and lights and all that, and I don't want to get too excited just to not get to go again.
But really what has me this time is a fear of flying in the super cold. Waiting in line to de-ice is petrifying. I have even gotten off a plane in Dallas once because I wasn't convinced they were good at de-icing in Texas. I actually cried a little bit in relief once my feet hit the tarmac (it was a little prop job).
So my excitement at spending time with my family is there, but right now it is overshadowed with a fear of plummeting to a fiery death into a snowbank, and also having to get up at 4:30am tomorrow to catch the shuttle to the airport. I really think it is about the fear of death not that I have to get up insanely early that has me anxious.
But, I would venture a guess that if you check back this time tomorrow and I have landed all safe and sound and managed to get on the right train and it is only be TWO HOURS until it is time to pick Steamboat up at school that my excitement will be full throttle!
Oh, and I bet we will have some AWESOME pictures to post of our crafting. Stuff will be so good that we will have to start an Etsy store because trying to sell our crafts over our blogs will be too hard. That is going to take a lot of work. Maybe instead we will just do our crafts all crappy and tacky to avoid that hardship. whew. Glad I thought of that.