Anticipation!

I do not know what "anticipation" makes but I do know that "hope deferred makes the heart sick."

I am still hopeful but yet anxious and ...

It is not nervousness, at least I do not think it is. I feel like I should vacuum, dust, scrub the floors, change the curtains, ... ready the house. I know it is my heart that needs to be readied instead. The changes to come is not analogous to hosting a guest but rather welcoming the change that lives. I thought I would be ready; I thought I was ready.

How does one accept the longed for and very delayed promise?

It ain't easy but I eagerly wait with heightened interest and hopeful anxiety.