It feels... ridiculous.
By the time we really arrive it will be half-way to morning and the ones I want to wrap my arms around will be fast asleep. But oh, the big adventure will be that much closer.
I order an ice cream and the coconutty creaminess starts seeping in and reeling the vacation feelings just a bit closer. Ah yes, I believe there is magic in ice cream. Gradually I can fall into it... the beauty of vacation. Whether I am here or there, or somewhere in between. I want to enjoy the journey. I want to grasp it and love it and laugh along with it.