Daily Prompt: The Excitement Never Ends. Tell us about the last thing that got you excited, about –butterflies- in- the-stomach, giggling, can’t- wait excited.
I look to new happenings with the excitement of a child. The anticipation leads me to have butterflies in my stomach. Even to buying a new book, for which I will be waiting, gets me excited. My last great excitement was, meeting my son SR after a gap of five years.
My son came to USA in Aug 2001 for his Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering. As time went on he remained busy and he didn’t visit us. He did his MS and started a job. I missed my only son. I kept on persuading my husband for a visit. He was not keen at all. He would say, “You go. Have I stopped you from going?”
I didn’t feel like leaving him alone. I found out earlier when you leave your husband alone, he changes. The bitter truth is, that a husband gets used to a life of his own. A sort of distance comes between a husband and a wife. Maybe one or both change, it depends upon the circumstances.
I kept on waiting for him to say yes to coming with me.
Finally in the year 2006, he agreed. I was over the moon with excitement. 😊. God did take pity on me. SR at that time was in Cary, North Carolina. The many change over of planes didn’t deter my excitement of seeing my son after a gap of five years. Can you imagine that?
But the excitement did dampen. How in the world that happened? Please read on.
When we arrived at Cary’s small airport, my dear, darling son was nowhere in sight. Earlier on, after arriving at JFK in the morning at 7.30am, I phoned SR and told him about our connecting flight to Cary, and that our estimated arrival time was probably 3.00pm. I expected him to be waiting for us with open arms for his parents. Alas! I was in for a disappointment.
The airport quickly emptied. My husband and I, weary with traveling kept waiting for SR to materialize. He did come after a wait of an hour and a half. I was totally pissed off. During the long wait my mind kept flashing back to my daughter and son in law. They were always waiting in the Arrival Hall, whenever I visited. I remember once in a Blizzard they were there to greet me at Detroit Airport. They had driven from Indianapolis to Michigan, and my daughter was waiting with a month old baby in her arms.
My son’s tardiness was an anticlimax for me. 😕