This morning with the full moon still out and shining beautifully I drove to the airport. My heart began to grow excited and my spirit lightened as I thought of how in just a few short months my parents will be driving to me to the airport instead of me taking them to the airport....
The airport has always been a place of emotions for me. Ever since I was a kid I loved going on the plane but one of my favorite parts was being in the airport. I have come to the conclusion that some of the best people watching happens in an airport. You get to watch as people say goodbye and hug their loved ones. Wishing them the best. This is good but I prefer the homecomings more. The excitement as people wait with signs and baloons and flowers. Or even try to keep busy the little ones who just cannot contain themselves as they wait for mommy or daddy or papa to come around the corner. Then the person is welcoming with big hugs, tears, joy and happiness.
I remember one time I was picking up my parents and it was late( close to midnight) and there was tons of people waiting but I chose to occupy myself by playing peekaboo with a footie - pajamad little boy... probably only two and obviously SO tired. All of the sudden when I was playing peekaboo I knew he was no longer looking at me but over my shoulder as his eyes lit up and he ran as fast as he could... I watched as he weaved through the mass of people to jump up and yell PAPA! An elderly man I can only assume was his grampa had the largest grin on his face as he swooped up his sweet little boy. See now that is why I like the airport.
I just finished reading the Shack not too long ago and this story of the little boy in his pajamas came alive in a new way as I began to make a connection. In The Shack, God is often referred to as Papa. So I think in a lot of ways that little boy in his pajamas is me. I am tired, easily distracted but there is not a moment that I don't forget that I will get to jump into my Papa's arms. So more than my anticipation for the airport... I anticipate a homecoming like no other where I get to jump into my Papa's arms!
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You're a ray of sunshine in my day megs...
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Okay, so my airport memory was you, rob, and I all going to the airport to pick up mom and dad and talking about the guy with the maracas from modest mouse. Lost of weird looks directed at the Cunningham family.
Ha! I remember that nick and maybe they were giving us weird looks cause you and rob were yelling, "AHHHHH!" and shaking your hands in the air... lol.
Oh and The Shack is written by William P. Young I forgot to write that part. Good book--- you should read it. : )
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