Saturday, December 10, 2011

Crack is not good for the heart

The dreadful, year-long unaccompanied tour is OVER! I picked my husband up from the airport on Thursday night. It was touch and go for a few minutes, though. As I was driving to the airport my phone rang from a number I didn't know. When I answered it, it was a collect call from Bruce. My heart fell. He was supposed to be up in the air at that very moment, but he wasn't. There was a needed repair on the plane, and they were "pretty sure" they could fix it. They were only waiting to find out if the flight was going to be cancelled because of how late it was getting. He was flying in to the Augusta Airport, which is not a big airport. It's tiny, and there are no arriving flights after 11:40. It was 11:25 at that moment. Anyway, I asked him to call me back and let me know, but he never called. I was so excited to see him, yet I was so worried there was going to be another delay. I was beginning to make a plan to drive to Atlanta, if needed, and I waited in my car, at the airport, for him to call back. I got on my phone and pulled up the airline's flight schedule, but all it was reporting was that the flight was on time. Since I knew that wasn't true, I went on in to see if I could find out if the plane even took off. It had, thank goodness. About forty minutes later, people started coming down the terminal. I was right there waiting with full perma-grin. Then a man walked up to me and asked if I was waiting on a gentleman coming from Korea. **heart stopped** He was very serious. When I replied "yes", he paused, then started laughing that my husband was waiting at the wrong baggage claim. He said he was sure he'd be along in a minute, once he figured it out. Ahhhh.... relief washed over me. It was only a few more moments until I saw my absolutely wonderful and handsome husband walking towards me. He was sporting a pretty good grin, too. It was such an incredibly happy moment for me. We hugged, kissed, looked at each other, kissed again, and then that crack in my heart completely closed.

The Homecoming Outfit

1 comment:

  1. Awww... that made me tear up. I'm so glad you've got your soldier back with you again and that you didn't have to drive all the way to Atlanta.
    I get my soldier next month, I can't wait!