Right Now

Harry is arriving at 9am tomorrow morning.

It's impossible to verbalize this moment. I'm terrified and at peace. Anxious and excited. Scared and worried. Happy. Delirious. Overjoyed about meeting my son - someone I've wanted to meet for so many years. Hopeful. Tired. Ready and so not ready. It's a moment I've looked forward to for so long and yet a moment I cannot describe. It's unnerving. Everyone says SLEEP! but how can I sleep at a moment like this?