Today I’m spending the day not thinking about this.
Not thinking about the fact that we are supposed to be boarding an airplane later this afternoon and flying to Ireland.
Not thinking of my boys experiencing their first overseas trip, flying on an airplane all night long!
Not thinking about my little nieces and nephew waiting for us to pull up to the house, gleefully racing out to meet us.
Not thinking of settling in at my sister’s kitchen island in front of the wood burning stove to have a cup of tea, with my entire family (me, sister, mom, dad) ALL present- so rare.
Not thinking about my niece grabbing my hand and leading me down the hall to show us all her room, and maybe her new kindergarten school uniform!
Not thinking of heading out to explore the beautiful sights of Ireland with Ivan and the boys- so different from anywhere they’ve ever been.
Not thinking of cherishing watching my boys’ wondrous reactions to so many new things- Driving on the other side of the road! Sheep everywhere! Rolling hills! Stone bridges! Tiny cars! 😉 Green! So much green!
Not thinking about my boys and her kids playing outside, running up and down the lane, probably jumping in some puddles and mud. 🙂
Not thinking about family dinners around the table, or a night out at a cozy, dim lit pub with my sister and brother-in-law, hopefully listening to some Irish music!
Not thinking about smiling while watching my niece’s eyes grow wide and huge as she views the Eiffel Tower for the first time (and my boys’…..and Ivan’s, probably… 😊)
Not thinking about heading out in the warm summer mornings to wander the quaint streets of Paris, maybe a croissant in hand.
Not thinking about my hours and hours of meticulous planning (wasted, at least for now…) to make sure we would have just the right balance of busy sightseeing + leisurely enjoyment.
Not thinking about how excited I was to see the canals of Amsterdam, experiencing a totally new place for me.
Not thinking of my forfeited ticket to the Anne Frank House, a museum I was so looking forward to visiting.
Not thinking about the fact that our kids are only this age once…never again will they be just these perfect ages when we can visit again someday.
Not thinking about the reality that at this point we have no idea when we will EVER be able to go.