By the time you’re reading this, I’ll be home. No more countdowns, no more tallying hours and days in my head.

I’ll be wrapped in that long-awaited hug from my husband, waking my boys up at 1:30 in the morning just so I can hold them, crying from that deep, full place in my chest where love lives. And yes — my dog will be smothered with the kind of cuddles only a mama who’s been gone too long can give.

This is the last article I’ll be writing from Poland, and if I’m being honest, I’ve been mentally halfway on a plane since the moment I landed.

This trip has been transformative, stretching me personally and professionally, but it’s also been the longest my husband and I have been apart in our 21 years together. Twenty-one years — and never more than five days apart. That alone feels wild to say out loud.

And now?

It’s been nearly three weeks. Three weeks of Marcos and texts. Three weeks of counting. Always counting.

Which brings me to the question that’s been stuck in my head: how do you count the days toward something you’re anticipating? Do you count the day you’re currently in? Or do you only count what’s left after this one is over?

Right now, in my brain, I keep saying I have two more days until that moment — the one where the airport doors open, and there he is, standing with that familiar look on his face that says everything words can’t.

The moment I grab my luggage and practically run into his arms. But some of the women here, the incredible ones I’ve shared this adventure with, they say they only have one more day. Because they don’t count today. They live in today.

It sounds so much more appealing, doesn’t it? So much more exciting. A shorter wait. A quicker finish.

But my brain keeps thinking, “I still have 24 more hours today, so technically, it’s two days until I’m home.”

The truth is, though, I don’t want to count anymore.

I’m tired of counting.

I’m ready for the days where time blends into being. When the moments aren’t measured, just felt. I’m craving the rhythm of ordinary — coffee in my own mug, a run through the park, my husband and I making our lists for the week, my boys yelling “Mom!” from across the house.

I’m ready to live in those “just being” days — the ones that don’t need a countdown or a calendar reminder. The ones that come quietly but mean everything.

So as you read this, I hope you’re in a just-being moment too.

Not counting down to anything, not holding your breath for what’s next. Just here. And if you are counting?

I get it.

Trust me, I really do. But know that on the other side of that countdown is a life that’s waiting with open arms.

From me to you — wherever you are today — I hope you feel the love of your people, the comfort of your space and the joy of the moment you’re in.

Just two more days… and then, finally, no more counting.

Mother, author, entrepreneur and founder of Dandelion-Inc, Lisa Resnick wants to hear your story. Share memories with her by emailing lisa@dandelion-inc.com.