Christmas Eve = the longest night in the world for me as a child, waiting for Santa Claus to come.
The night before Easter = the second longest night for me as a child, same reason as above, just for the Easter Bunny with my basket of chocolate.
The first day of school… ever.
Getting a drivers license… forever.
The end of school… forever.
Freedom to do what I want to do, whenever I want to do it. I am still waiting.
Having to wait around the doctor’s office, just to be told that you have cancer.
Waiting to hear the words, “Your cancer is in remission.”
Waiting to reach the one year anniversary of your remission of cancer, and second year, fifth year, tenth year, twentieth year.
Now I am waiting to reach twenty-five years cured of my cancer.
Waiting for the paint to dry and the pot to boil.
Waiting to be approved to be adoptive parents.
Waiting for the sixteen hour non-stop flight to be over.
We can hear the children down the hallway. What is taking so long to bring them to the conference room to be placed in our arms.
Waiting for daughter’s first steps.
Waiting in a dazed state to go to surgery for my first ever open heart surgery.
I hate sitting at home doing nothing. I want to go back to work. I still need time to heal.
Waiting for the new season of Newsroom on HBO.
My DVR has a pause button. I can make the television wait for me.
Phone calls. Can you hold please?
I have to wait several months to see a specialist. They know what is wrong and time is of importance for best chance of survival. A three month wait.
Waiting in the waiting room. Then I wait so more in the exam room.
Scans and scopes, scans and scopes, scans and scopes. Results pending. More waiting.
I do not mind waiting for my daughters to grow up, graduate, get married, have children.