January 11, 2011

The Reunion

I'm sorry to have kept you all in suspense since my last post.  I wanted to wait to share the details about THE VISIT until I was on my home computer and could share the pictures as well, but I've found myself with quite a bit of free time today (read: bored outta my mind) while my students are taking a district test in the computer lab so I thought I'd at least get started.

If you've ever driven to O'Hare Airport to pick up a loved one, you will certainly laugh at me when you hear that I arrived at exactly 11:40 for his 11:45 arrival.  For those that are unfamiliar, O'Hare is known for its delays, and it's huge, so even when the flight lands on time, you still have to make sure you account for the time it takes to navigate the airport to baggage claims.  Any person with an ounce of intelligence usually finds a spot away from the airport to wait for the "We've landed!" call before even heading toward the terminal.

I'm a smart girl.  I am well aware of how the airport pick up process works.  But... when you are eagerly awaiting the arrival of your love, those extra minutes sitting at Starbucks waiting for the arrival call take an eternity, and I simply couldn't wait to get there -- to be one step closer to being reunited. 

Of course, in the time it took me to drive to the airport, they pushed back his arrival time to 12:00, and then this plane was stuck taxiing for another 15 minutes.  Meanwhile, I am circling the arrival terminal at a speed of about 5 mph and pissing off all the airport shuttles behind me. (But, this is what everyone does... I promise.  Because if you stop for like 20 seconds at a terminal, you'll get a ticket from the Airport Parking Nazis.

After nearly 40 minutes of circling (and mentally kicking myself for not just parking my car and going in), I received THE CALL.  He was waiting for me!

I felt a surge of adrenaline as I tried to speedily navigate my way through the terminals one last time, and then... I saw him!  I immediately threw the car in park, jumped out and embraced my love with the biggest hug I've ever given anyone (and damn those Airport Parking Nazis for breaking it up too soon)!

I predicted that this would be the best moment of 2010, boy, was I right!  From that moment on, I was practically floating on Cloud 9.  My baby was home!  And I could hug him and kiss him and hold his hand and look into his eyes... all I wanted!

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