Airports

Airports sure can run the broad spectrum of emotions.

Such total elation when seeing a loved one for the first time in weeks, or perhaps months, in the baggage claim area...thank you 9/11.  Just doesn't have near the affect of greeting them as they walk down the jet bridge.  Nonetheless, such excitement comes from the anticipation of seeing the twinkle in their eye.
No texting or facebook can compare to the face to face, warm embrace of that loved one.

Today I experienced the other side of the emotion...I play this one well.
Just ask my son.
 The nervous, irrational, "plane is going down," "I am going to miss you so much," "I will write to you every day," "you forgot to hug me" (not really...I have been hugging him all week!...you know...the mother emotion!

After a morning that was extremely, did I write EXTREMELY, stressful...he got on the plane.  Not before running through the parking ramp, up the elevators to the check in area with his bags, begging the attendants to hold the plane...really...I begged!
Sweating profusely , trying not to curse when the attendant asked, "did you know that you are cutting this a bit too close?"
"Really lady?  We tried to do this!  We just love to see if we can induce a heart attack, and of all places, right here in the airport!"
After getting rid of the bags, then we flew to security, where this was the end of the line for me.  No time for hugs or goodbyes, just prayers to get through quick.  By the skin of his teeth, he made it.

Me..it was not a stellar day.   Maybe I will laugh about it tomorrow.  I hope so, because it actually is a pretty good story.  Can't make this stuff up!
Today I love technology.  I got to talk to him a few times on the phone.  I am grateful because for the next 3 months, technology is no more.
He thought it would be inviting to go live among the bears in Alaska for the summer.  The whole summer.
Did I say the whole summer?  Yep...the whole summer.
He will be a fishing guide up there in the Last Frontier.

If you so desire, his home away from home....www.lakemarie.com

I can't wait for the face to face reunion.
I will be ok...really.