Today I spent hours at the airport. Hours...And I was proud.
I watched, as family, after family welcomed home loved ones from Iraq, Afghanistan, and boot camp. I saw signs. Some made with glitter, others made by a computer, some in a child's hand, and others in a Mothers hand. There were a lot of balloons too.
And I stood at the side, watching. Not participating this time. I watched at least 10 of these "Welcome home" scenes today. Each one made the tears come to the surface.
I guess I was transparent looking because twice I was asked "are you waiting for your Husband?"
"Nope, he is home this year"...
I stood and watched, and smiled, and cried, and I was so happy that these brave men and women were home.
I watched Mothers kneel to the floor thankful that they get to touch them for real. I watched Dads give sons tough guy hugs, with so many tears held back that these men looked like pain had overcome them.
I saw couples run into one another's arms, and people frozen.
And I saw kisses that everyone should get at least one of in this lifetime.
I watched Daddies meet babies for the first time.
I watched and I wept.
And I am proud.
Thank You Veterans.....
