It was Valentine’s Day. I had been waiting all weekend for news to go get my husband. His year away was finally over. He called and told me his flight would be in at 8:20 pm. I spent the day cleaning up and stocking the fridge with all his favorites. My daughter had a photo shoot for her gymnastics team, the boys needed a bath and I still hadn’t showered by 5! Finally it was time to pick him up. I got everything done that I needed to, even managed to make myself pretty! It took 45 minutes to get to the airport. We arrived at 8, just enough time to calm the nerves and a final mirror check. We get to the nearly empty terminal and wait. I stand up to look at my reflection in the big terminal window and... ▼ Continue reading below.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 03:00:35 +0000
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