April 24, 2025: The Airport Reunion

Four months of waiting came down to last night.

About 9:30 p.m., I hopped in the car and started the hour-long trip to the airport. But halfway there, everything ground to a halt. Traffic completely stopped.

A massive construction project turned the highway into a parking lot, adding another sixty minutes.

But the frustration vanished when I finally pulled into Richmond International around 11:30.

Luke (my oldest son) stood by the curb, fresh from Boston. We hadn’t seen each other since Christmas… and absolutely nothing in the world compares to that first hug after months apart.

We arrived home at 12:30 this morning, tired but content. One of my birds was back in the nest.

There’s something sacred about reunions.

Reminds me of a sign in our vet’s office: “Heaven is a place where all the dogs you ever loved run to greet you.” I believe eternity overflows with these long-awaited embraces, reconnecting us with the people and pets we’ve missed for ages.

Maybe airport pickups offer a preview of what's to come.