Sunday of Memorial Day Weekend was almost serene at the airport in Kansas City. The luggage carousel was still, rows of seats sat empty. There was hardly a soul in the place. It was as if nothing exciting was about to happen, when in fact, something very exciting was!
My son came home from his school year in Paris. He arrived safe and sound. His sister was here to greet him.
The pilot and crew were careful and professional. The security personnel were alert. The crew members who keep baggage moving in the right direction got it done.
The small crowd at KCI stayed out of my way when my son reached the point in the airport which placed him in the hug zone.
Old friends decorated our driveway with American themed banners and glow sticks making a tangible Welcome Home the first sight he saw of home after being gone so long.
Not quite ten things yet? Well, he is home. He is home. He is home!