Thursday, January 17, 2013
This is a post I wrote last year when I got to see my husband for the first time in months due to his service in the military. I thought I would share it again with everyone because it just hit me how wonderful it is to know that at the end of this work day, I get to go home to my husband. It is the most beautiful miracle a girl could ask for.
I was waiting for Stephen at the airport. And I thought I would pass out before he actually got here. I was bouncing around, trying really hard to hold still, and failing miserably. The airport was crowded with a bunch of people with signs for LDS missionaries coming home, long lines of people waiting to get through security and people pouring out of the exit and into the baggage claim. They all smiled at me indulgently, probably thinking I was waiting for a missionary.
I saw Stephen coming around the corner from his reflection in the glass and I promised myself that I would hold still.
I lied to myself.
As soon as he got out from that long hallway I found myself running towards him and throwing myself in his arms. The whole airport burst into cheers. People in the security line were jumping up and down, random people took pictures. It sounded like we had just won a big football game. Everyone was yelling, clapping and cheering like crazy. And it went on for a while. I was crying, with my head buried in his uniform and arms wrapped firmly around his neck. He maneuvered us to the back of the crowd, carrying me and two large back packs. I was too overwhelmed with happiness to be of much help. We just held each other for a minute, and I cried some more, and then made our way to the escalator.
As we went up, people below saw us and again started cheering.
It was awesome.
And I think that for the first time ever, the outside world sounded exactly like how I was feeling inside.