something concerning everything occurring

I spent the last week in Texas filling my head with so many sights and memories. But, the sweetest one, though not location-specific, was waking up and making tea with a book by my side. I pretended like I was relaxed and content, but I was always waiting, excited and a little nervous even. For what?

For the imminent little footsteps on the hardwood. The ones that would start pattering around 10 a.m., getting more and more audible, until I could see a wide-eyed little face peak around the corner. "Jessah?" he'd ask, eyebrows raised, and then a big smile. The day began.