A week from now I will wake up early to bring Delilah to my friend's house. I'll say "see you in 10 days" when I kiss her little head and cry as I back out of the driveway.
I'll listen to WCYY on my way to Portsmouth and sing loud to distract myself from the sadness of leaving her and the building anticipation for where I am going.
Once I'm on the bus I'll pull out a book but I'll catch myself absentmindedly staring out the window, daydreaming about what they'll be like.
I'll get to Logan and smile my way through TSA. Then I'll board my flight to Minneapolis. I'll meditate when the plane takes off. Nerves.
When I land in Minneapolis I'll check the boards to see if anything has changed and anxiously move my feet in the direction of my next gate.
It's here, at this new gate, that I'll meet my cousins for the first time.
Maybe I'll get there first and bounce my knee while I look at every passing face. I'll see them, a family of 6, walking towards me. I'll wave awkwardly and wait for them to approach me.
Or maybe they'll get there first and I'll be the one being spotted. They'll wave and I'll walk towards them, trying to remember how to breathe.
This part, meeting them, will happen exactly as it should. I can't tell you for sure what it will look like but just imagining the possibilities makes my heart so happy. I feel like I could burst with joy. My family has always been so small. I've never had cousins before.
After we meet we will all board a flight to Anchorage together.
We're going to explore Alaska.