Let me tell you a story about what I’m feeling today.

Some of you may know that I haven’t seen my kid for more than two years. The reason why is for another story but let me tell you something else right now.

Back in early 2000, we planned to visit Mom in Ottawa after a couple of years living in Florida. It was a very long road trip I will never forget.

As I was pulling up to Mom’s driveway, I saw her push the people around her from her massive front glass window, and I noticed her jumping up and down at the door, clapping her hands.

I could already hear her voice yelling at her partner to go out and help us with the luggage, as she continues to jump up and down, I was almost sure her head almost hit the door frame from excitement.

I didn’t really understand what she was feeling, but in my mind, the jumping and clapping was a bit too much. Or so I thought.

Until today.

My son is just about to land in Toronto and I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am.

I haven’t jumped up and down yet but I have been pacing the floor so much, my Apple Watch asked me if I was working out.

I had to sit down to calm myself. Too bad for all the people who chose to sit beside me because I immediately engage them into a conversation mainly telling them that I’m about to see my son whom I haven’t seen in two years.

Sure, they got up and looked for another place to sit but that’s not important right now.

The important thing is my kid is almost here and I finally understood my Mom’s excitement back then.

It’s the joy and relief of seeing your kid (or grandkid) safely arrive after years of absence, in your arms. With the tightest and warmest hugs.

This Christmas, I got what I want.

**UPDATE — he just landed.

Let me go to the washroom. I can jump up and down there.

Im not kidding.