The second little traveller was waiting to hear the news. “Are they both out Mummy, are you back to normal now?”
I assured her that yes, they were both gone and I was completely normal again.
“Mummy, there are so many people that have had their fingers and toes crossed for you, that’s why you’ve been so lucky.”
I think she’s right.
I’ve never admitted that I click on every persons name that gives me a “like” on Facebook. I’ve always been frightened that I might look like a bit of a stalker. I can’t see your details, just your name and your cover photo – but I love it! It’s amazing to see where you’ve all come from, so many different towns and cities, all over the world. Everyone putting their best face forward. Some of you have the most picturesque shots and I’ve often been right on the edge of sending you a note to ask exactly where you are. And then I hold back, not wanting to scare you off.
Over the past few months I’ve received many emails and notes that begin with an apologetic “you don’t know me but I really feel like I know you.”
I get it.
This whole online relationship is very strange, here I am telling you all about my, well, my internal workings, and I’m yet to even buy you a drink or ask you your favourite colour.
I guess what I’m trying to say is I too, feel like I know you. And I want to say thank you. Thank you for popping by, thank you for all of the messages and the comments. Thank you for being so incredibly kind.
In about seven hours I get to see my babies again. I stood in the middle of a major shopping centre with Christmas carols blaring and my phone pressed to my ear screaming “no more sleeps – we’ve made it”, they were on their way to the airport. I will get to hold my husband tight, smell his skin, and hear his stories without buffering or frozen screens. I am eternally grateful to all of those fingers and toes that stayed crossed for me.