The Terminal

I have a love/hate relationships with airports. They are where I would see him for the first time in forever and  where I would have to let him go again. Airports makes me smile from ear to ear or cry in an embarrassing fashion in front of  TSA officers.
Kev was due home after being gone for a long time, and even though his car was parked in the parking garage outside, I felt the need for a smile that only the airport arrivals gate could bring. So we all got dressed pretty, fixed our hair, and cleaned the eternal smudges off the Little's face.

Oh, Buzz Light Year came too!

Who knew the airport was such a great place for a toddler to run? When it's not coupled with the stress of actually travelling with a toddler, and it's an airport as quiet as RIC, it is a fabulous play place, with lots of open space. I probably wouldn't suggest it in a place like Atlanta, but Richmond, sure why not.

We arrived a bit early, just in case, so the Little had plenty of time to charm her way into the hearts of other people waiting for loved ones, the hostess at the token airport Applebees, the cashier at the Hudson News, and various other people spending their afternoon in the terminal.



Speaking of Hudson News, I never knew how much Disney Princess paraphernalia they sell, until my Little single handedly tried to rob them blind of all of it. I repeatedly said "Libby, running out of the store with the princess coloring book is called stealing, and most stores don't like that"

Then came the big moment. I knew it was going be like a scene from a movie. She would run to him and fling her arms around his neck and declare to anyone who would hear that her Dada was home!

Well, she saw him, she ran to him, hugged him, then ran back to Hudson News to show him those Princess coloring books faster than my finger could click the camera

It wasn't picture perfect, but it was perfect for us. We were together, all 4, and my single parenting days, even it is just for the weekend, were over. Poor Kev has been so busy and tired, he almost looked confused seeing us there.  I could tell that he needed his girls, a hair cut, and some ice cream (wait, may be I was the one who needed the ice cream after his long absence)...whatever, he's home!!!!  Again!

I hate when he has to go away, however, I love when he comes home!  The reunion is always sweet and worth the wait.

Libs is glued to his hip this weekend.  She will barely let him leave the room with out her.  We'll send him off again this week...insert a long heavy hearted "sigh" right here, but I have been teaching Miss Sass-a-frass about having a happy heart, even when you don't get the princess coloring book :), so I guess, I'm going to have to have a happy heart too, even if I have to let my bearded Brit go again.

On Monday, I will hate the airport again, but on this Wednesday afternoon, I loved it and wouldn't have been anywhere else.

Grace and Peace
xoxo