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Vintage Dilbert
March 30, 2001

My husband had to take a business trip this week. It is only the second time we have been apart in our three years of marriage.

I always hate when he leaves. I arrive at the airport at least a half hour in advance in the event his plane should arrive early. We live in Canada, and he flies through the Toronto airport.

For anyone who has ever traveled through Toronto, you know how busy it can get. I was surprised though how busy it was for a Tuesday evening. There were hundreds of people waiting in an area made for half that many people. Everyone was trying to squeeze as close as they could to the ramp where the departing passengers emerge.

I stood back a bit since I still had time to wait for my husband. For the next forty-five minutes, I watched the crowd.

There were people holding balloons, teddy bears, and flowers waiting for their loved ones. There were people videoing reunions and people taking pictures of friends and loved ones as they embraced for the first time. There were French kisses (a kiss on each cheek) and French kisses (the passionate kisses of lovers, who have been apart too long).

There were hugs, smiles, tears and more hugs. As one man came down the ramp, a group of about 20 people started cheering. There was a young woman who dropped her luggage halfway down the ramp and ran into the arms of the young man, who was so excited to see her.

Minnie, Mickey, Eeyore and Pooh arrived in the arms of a group of children, who went running into the waiting arms of parents and grandparents.

I saw so much love in that waiting area that, as I was standing there, waiting for my husband, I could not help but wonder what the world would be like if everyday life were like the waiting area of that airport.

Imagine how loved we would all feel if at the end of every day, we were welcomed home with hugs, kisses and smiles, and knew how much we were valued and missed.

A few minutes later, I saw the love of my life, coming down the ramp. I knew the smile on my face matched all the others in the crowd, and it wasn’t long before I was in his arms. As we headed out of the airport hand in hand, I looked over my shoulder and smiled as the next group of passengers came walking down the ramp.

By -  Donna G.
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21 comments
  1. One of my favourite ‘movie’ scenes is the ‘airport arrival’ scene is ‘Love, Actually’. There is something so gorgeous about seeing people excited to greet someone else. And it’s so amazing to BE the eagerly-awaited person 😉

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  2. kimmyg01 said:

    Reblogged this on kimmyg01 and commented:
    I love this daily blog! Too many great stories and this one’s no exception!

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  3. I remember waiting to welcome Rod as his plane came in at the airbase after six months apart. We rushed into each others arms and promptly got torn apart by the customs officials 🙂

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  4. A lovely reminder! My husband worked away a lot for about 3 years of our marriage. 6-8weeks away and then home for a week or two then away again. It was tough time but one that taught us a lot about appreciating our time together. Which we still do many years later. Thanks for sharing this nice post! Blessings to you!

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  5. Going to the airport can be exciting and frustrating at the same time. The Toronto airport is close to where we live and we have been there too many times to count. We have said hello and goodbye along with smiles and tears. So many great stories could be written about airport adventures.

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  6. Debbie said:

    Really lovely .. thank you for inspiring us!

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  7. svenwg said:

    Funny how we ignore the ones we love on a daily basis and take them for granted. It is only when they are not there that we realise how lucky we are to have them in our lives. I believe that we should treat our loved ones as though we will never see them again when they walk out the door and greet them with elation when they step back through the same door.

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  8. Awwww….seriously love that one. It brought a tear to my eye. I am so happy because that is how I usually greet my husband when he comes home from work and the dog is way more exuberant than even I am. 🙂

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  9. "Working for Christ" said:

    Excellent post, Kenny T! 🙂

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  10. 1annecasey said:

    What a beautiful post!

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  11. Well, I can’t “like” this, so I guess I’ll just have to settle for loving it! Makes me wonder if there’s some kind of “waiting room” in heaven. What a joyful reunion that will be!!
    Praying for you and yours, and all who follow your blog, a blessed Easter.

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    • Guess I could “like” it after all. Also reblogged it to nightlightblogdotcom. enjoy your coffee:)

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      • Thanks for the re-blog!!!! I look forward to your comments….. And the coffee is always enjoyable!!!! Take care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

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  12. Mark1 said:

    I used to love going to the airport and seeing reunions. It used to be so different visiting the airports before 911. I remember my father taking me to Cleveland Hopkins air port and we’d march through the terminal to the “public” observation deck, which was right next to and below the control tower. We’d watch the jets land and take off. My Dad loved that. I did too, but I remember on those trips seeing people come off the gates and be greeted by loved ones. I loved that as well as the jets. Your post brought back many memories. Thank you!

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  13. I saw so much love in that waiting area that, as I was standing there, waiting for my husband, I could not help but wonder what the world would be like if everyday life were like the waiting area of that airport.

    Imagine how loved we would all feel if at the end of every day, we were welcomed home with hugs, kisses and smiles, and knew how much we were valued and missed.

    Love it. Really..

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  14. I think that from now on, I will greet my soon to be hubby differently when he comes home from work!

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  15. very inspirational…thanks for sharing dear 🙂

    Thanks for visiting my post 🙂

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