Today is an anticipatory day.
There’s a feeling in the sunshine, a flutter in my belly, a skipping to my heart.
I feel like I should be peeking around corners for presents and surprises.
It feels like I should be in my car – music blaring, singing at the top of my lungs with my husband – on my way to some amazing, fantastic fun.
I cannot help myself smiling.
It feels like Christmas morning, before the world – or at least my house – is awake: that anticipation and excitement that lives just as a quiver beneath your skin for that moment.
It’s that breath between heartbeats before breaking into a run. Or a dance.
Anticipation. Excitement. Warmth. Joy. For no good reason. It’s a good feeling.