Big Day at the Orr House

Today is Tuesday. A hum drum day of the week as days go. Not the pressure of Monday or the excitement of Friday. Just a Tuesday.

But not just ANY Tuesday.

Because you know what happens today? My girl is coming home. After 162 days in Alaska, after horrible co-workers, hideously long hours, some grand adventures, too many of the wrong men, and tours that included touching a glacier, holding sled dog puppies and riding in a jeep into Alaskan wilderness, she is COMING HOME. Her plane arrives at 4:38 this afternoon. We will be there, dressed up and with open arms. This time, unlike when she left in April, I won't hide my tears because this time they will be ones of joy. I have so missed this girl. We have talked on the phone for hours, written pages of letters, exchanged enough cards to keep Hallmark in business for at least another six months, texted a billion times a day, but you know what? It wasn't enough. I need to hug her and see her smile and listen to her laugh in the same room.

She is older and wiser and more experienced and will be off on another adventure within a few months, but for right now, she is coming home. And I can hardly stand the wait.