a Mermaids Message

By this time tomorrow, we will be journeying down that isolated road that is seldom travel by so few. A road that is not unfamiliar to us yet we have no knowledge of what lies ahead. If one is to take guidance from past journeys it will be difficult at best yet we have a sense of assurance given to us by an 8 year old's quivering lip-ping little girl that asks "why can't you come now" as our guide.

I can't help to, once again, recount ancient Greek stories to our  4 1/2  year odyssey to united this family. Whether it was Hercules and his twelve labors or Perseus being assigned to complete a seemingly impossible task. Somehow, each man succeeded where they were expected to fail. Like them, we have had many hardships and countless obstacles but each time we have triumph and sought for a new challenge.

When we reflect back upon the early days of first deciding to adopt, little did we know what arduous labors, tasks, impossible odds, uncertainty and heart-break that laid before us. The rewards however, so great that I can not give words to express a mere thought of the elation that these two girls have and will continue to give us. If only my tongue could articulation that happiness and joy that these adoption have given us I would become the most famous poet of past and present.

But now my minds eye, that little movie screen inside of our heads keeps playing over and over again that heart-breaking moment when my littlest girl said, "can you come get me now". I wanted to jump through the screen and pull her into my chest and wrap my arms around her and tell, "Daddy's here baby, I'm here". But I can't, for now I am 5838 miles away but she might as well be on the moon. (funny I use the moon as a reference. I'll fill you in more in just a minute) I hear those words over and over and over again.... and I have for two weeks now. It been ripping me apart inside but I can't show it.   Now, I can finally "almost" rest and I want  to say to her, "I'm on my way littlest princess, Daddy's coming!" I look to moon and whisper those words in the hope that she too will look up towards the night sky and Selene (Greek goddess of the moon)  will deliver my words.
 But time passes so slowly at this point. The day on the calendar nor the hands on the clock don't seem to move. 96 hours till I can hold my girl again. It's too long, it's got to go quicker.

Explanation:

As a mariner, I reference the moon (or Luna) a lot. It's how I communicate with Sheri when I'm on a long trans-Atlantic adventure delivering a yacht. At sea, there are no communications with the world for weeks and sometime months at a time. There are many Seafarers Tales but one of my favorite is how seamen would send messages of hope and love to theirs families back home and tell them they are on the way home.  On a moonlit night, a sailor would look out to the seas and whisper a message, just load enough for the mermaids to hear. Just before moon-set at the last glint of light before the moon sinks into the sea the mermaid would swim up the moon passage or as some call it, the shimmering road (that is the moons shinny reflection the shimmers off the water) and deliver the sailors messages to Selene, the moon goddess.  The following night, when the moon is high, if the loved one gazes upward into the night sky and looks for moon, Selene would deliver the message, not by words or actions but a feeling of love and of warmth the radiates within the body.

So at night, I whispered to the mermaids to send Nata our love and to let her know, we are coming for her.......    All she needs to do is .....look up.

So next time you look to the moon and a gentle wave of comfort or satisfaction or whatever emotion you have....... comes over you. Just remember my story and know someone sent you a message.