When Mommy and I were dating, we lived hours apart. We would talk every night and text and write e-mails, but we could only see each other on the weekends.
On Friday morning, we would text each other, “And now it is today,” because we knew we’d see each other later in the day.
In a little while, we’re going to get you, and we’ll take you to the airport, and fly you home.
Tonight, you’ll sleep in your bed, in your room, in your home.
And now it is today.