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Several years ago, I worked as an airline flight attendant. While on that job, I wrote the following concerning my love of airport reunions, February 2, 2009.
"The Airport Embrace"
You know the movie “Love Actually” when they show the airport terminal montage where loved ones run to embrace one another as the song resonates, “God only knows what I’d be without you?”
It’s probably my favorite part of the entire movie. As a flight attendant, I see it every time I go into work. I’ve been fortunate enough to be a bystander in these real life scenarios. The bright “Welcome home, soldier” sign and eager face peering behind it. A determined mom, evading the pressing crowd, scoops up her two-year-old daughter and engulfs her pudgy cheeks with kisses. The handsome man in the long trench coat, dropping his bags, rushes towards the woman he loves. Someday, instead of observing it, I hope to experience that firsthand.
I want to mean something to someone.
Not just anyone.
And not just something.
I want to mean something so much that he runs, nay, breaks out in a mad dash across the terminal and drops everything to be with me. To hold me in his arms. Maybe that sounds dramatic. Romanticized. Unreasonable. But I’m not one to reason. And I can’t do this thing we call life on my own.
Today, I was able to experience one such reunion for myself. I think this simple picture summarizes todays "thanks" far more than a post could give it justice.
"The Airport Embrace"
You know the movie “Love Actually” when they show the airport terminal montage where loved ones run to embrace one another as the song resonates, “God only knows what I’d be without you?”
It’s probably my favorite part of the entire movie. As a flight attendant, I see it every time I go into work. I’ve been fortunate enough to be a bystander in these real life scenarios. The bright “Welcome home, soldier” sign and eager face peering behind it. A determined mom, evading the pressing crowd, scoops up her two-year-old daughter and engulfs her pudgy cheeks with kisses. The handsome man in the long trench coat, dropping his bags, rushes towards the woman he loves. Someday, instead of observing it, I hope to experience that firsthand.
I want to mean something to someone.
Not just anyone.
And not just something.
I want to mean something so much that he runs, nay, breaks out in a mad dash across the terminal and drops everything to be with me. To hold me in his arms. Maybe that sounds dramatic. Romanticized. Unreasonable. But I’m not one to reason. And I can’t do this thing we call life on my own.
Today, I was able to experience one such reunion for myself. I think this simple picture summarizes todays "thanks" far more than a post could give it justice.