I can almost see it

I literally can visualize the entire homecoming already. I seriously am like twitching out of my skin I'm so wired with anticipation.

His flight is going to be expected at some ungodly hour of the evening and I'm going to leave the house an hour and a half (at least) early to drive to the airport to pick him up. I'm going to sit in those rocking chairs and just rock anxiously for like 30 minutes. Then, I'm going to run to the bathroom because the rocking has made me sick and my stomach is already churning. I'm going to spend another 15 minutes in front of the mirror and criticize my hair, my makeup, my clothes (ugh why did I wear this shirt? Is that a stain?????) Then, I'm going to pace for another ten minutes and constantly check the screen to make sure that his flight is on time. I'm going to fidget for a while, then go back and sit in the rocking chairs. Then, when his flight is announced, I'm going to stand up again, and then sit down, then change my mind and stand up again, and walk to the glass doors where the gates are. I'm going to watch as slowly the people from the flight start to trickle in, looking tired, drained, glad to be on the ground. Then, I'll see him. He'll be wearing one of his button up shirts and a pair of kakhi pants, with a backpack in his hands. I'm going to start shaking because I'm so excited (yes like a poodle) Then, I'm going to run towards him and hug him and everything will click back into place. The hole in my heart will be filled, the emptiness in my life will be gone. He will be home. Everything is going to be okay again.