What I'm about to say may be offensive to some people. But it must be said. I have THE BEST family in the world! I tend to brag about them quite a bit. It's hard for me to say what makes them so wonderful. They're loud and funny and loving and obnoxious and annoying and aggravating and I love it. All of it. They are my Home. They are comfortable. And I miss them like crazy.
But tomorrow, I'll only have to miss half of them. Because this half is coming to Dublin.
I honestly thought this day may never happen, that Mooly and Daddy would never get around to coming for a visit of their own. I was wrong. They're coming. Tomorrow! The excitement is overwhelming. I can't even think straight. So much life happens here and I can't wait to share it with them. I can't wait for them to finally experience all the things I try to tell them about, with thousands of miles and an ocean between us. But mostly I can't wait to hug them at the airport. To jump and squeal and cry. To feel Home.