The Change of Tomorrow

Is it fair to include one's partner's blog in one's own? I hope so. I have just returned home from having the knots and tension massaged and manipulated out of my neck & shoulders. While I was lying there enjoying the touch, the comfort and the release of the massage, I couldn't help but think of my beloved Glen sitting upright in economy trying to sleep while hurtling over the darkened African continent in the first leg of his journey to me. What he wrote so beautifully earlier today kept returning to me:

"Tomorrow morning, Paris; tomorrow evening, Toronto.
From the moment I touch down at Lester Pearson, at 3.45pm local time, and step out onto Canadian soil, everything changes.
Rob will be there, waiting for me. We will see and touch and hold each other, for the first time since March, for the first time after our decision, on April 11, to get married.
At that moment, this single life ends, and Rob and I will walk out of the airport side by side, beginning a much longer journey that will take us the rest of our lives, as a couple.
National identities will blur and converge, geography will dissolve, our sense of place will be permanently altered.
When I lift off tonight, from O.R. Tambo, it is the future I am travelling to."

Nothing could be more true, Glen. Tomorrow when I plan to squeeze the breath out of you once you emerge from the labyrinth of customs and baggage claim and leave the airport, side by side, as you say, and begin the new book of my life- not just a new chapter-- but a whole new book with the words "Glen, love and South Africa" in the sub-title.