Coming and going
This is graduation week for the Sparkette, and tonight we went to the airport to pick up her cousins who are visiting in order to help us celebrate the Sparkette’s accomplishment.
Our little regional airport isn’t exactly a hub of activity at 9:00pm, but whenever there is an incoming flight, there will also be people waiting for the occupants of that plane, no matter what time it is. Tonight was no exception.
Airports are great places for people-watching. I love watching the faces of the people waiting. I love watching the faces of those arriving. I love the squeals and hugs and smiles of reunions. I don’t have to know any of the people doing the squealing and hugging; it’s delightful just because it is.
I remember the days before 9/11, before airport security checks, when you could wait for arrivals and departures at the actual gates. The straining and squinting to see a loved one walking up the ramp from the plane…the tearful long hugs and reluctant goodbyes between those who would rather not be parted…the gate areas were a hot mess of emotion.
And they were beautiful.