Standing by the fountain at DIA – I found myself staring at family members as they greeted each other, and my smile got bigger and bigger as I watched.
One woman was making wild arching movements with her right arm. A huge grin on her face, she was trying to get the attention of her husband and teenage son. The son noticed, but in typical teenage style, said nothing. She approached her husband from behind and startled him. He blushed, so happy to see her. The teenager smiled wide as he hugged his mother.
Another woman was squatted down by the escalator (just a bit unusual for an airport). A second later I heard “Mommy, Mommy” as a small blonde girl vaulted herself into her mother’s arms, followed by her equally tiny sister and a slightly harrassed father. Their laughter was infectious.
In the next minute Kay start motioning to me. Left? Right? I point right and we gallop to meet, not having seen each other in over a year. I love reunions. The aniticipation, the emotions, the joy and laughter.