When you are not trying to catch a plane or just returning from nights away from home, hanging out in the airport with a two and three year old is wonderful place to create adventure and memories. Aside from watching take-offs and landings, there are tiny trucks towing enormous airplanes to be wowed by. There are firetrucks and men in orange vests to admire from giant windows. There are moving walkways and escalators to master. There are picnic lunches to be eaten and pretty murals on the floor to marvel at. And on this particular trip, there is a daddy coming home from five weeks in California.
Caroline sighted Jeff first. She took off in a medal-winning sprint. I see a spot on the track team in her future. Liam needed a moment to recover from his jaw-dropping shock. It was as though he had forgotten the whole reason we were even at the airport. I looked through teary eyes while Jeff lathered them with hugs and kisses and the words “I missed you” were said in repeated chorus.
What these photos don’t show is the lady in the shop off to the right. She is on her cell phone and although her words weren’t intended for me but I am glad I heard them. She said, “I can’t talk now. I’m watching some guy hug his kids.” Her words weren’t offensive but now that I have had a day to think about it, he is some guy. A guy that spent 35 long days away from his family not just because the job required him to, but because his job is to serve our country. A guy that never complained once about missing out on things at home or what he had to do for while at the Academy. He’s some guy and more: That some guy is our guy and in case you couldn’t tell, we are happy he’s home!