The response to her husband surprised me. He had called from the downstairs great room where we were sitting to his wife who was upstairs in their bedroom.
“We’re supposed to be there in 15 minutes. Think we’ll make it?”“I’m very almost ready,” she called back.
He chuckled. So did I.
It was an answer I immediately committed to memory. I loved the wording. Much better than what’s been said so often that no spouse believes it — “Just a few minutes more.” A vast improvement over the honest, but negative, “Not quite.”
Filled with hope.
I have begun to use this combination of of words in a variety of situations. Sometimes to describe actual progress. Other times to describe feelings.
I’m very almost finished writing my book.
I’m very almost finished with Christmas shopping.
Or I’m very almost in love with you.” (That might not have been what my future husband wanted to hear when our dating became serious.)
Now I’m wanting to say, I’m very almost done with all the political talk on television, requests to write to my congressman, or (most often) send a contribution. Very almost.
I believe it’s still important to stay tuned in, to become/remain informed.But am I willing to do more than that?
To be out front or take a stand with others? To weather a storm of possible personal reactions?
Those who study such things say that oldest daughters are leaders, influencers. In our families and often beyond.
I’m very almost ready to decide what, if anything, the oldest-daughter side of me will do.