When I go out of town on business, no one greets me at the airport because I drove myself. But on this trip, my husband, along with 2 kids with tears stained faces, dropped me off. Saying goodbye to the girls was tougher this way, as they had to see me leave instead of me sneaking out of the house, but it was sweet. Just that they cared enough to not want me to go made my heart swell two sizes too big, just like a grinch heart.
On my way home on the plane, I found myself filled with excitement to land, knowing my husband and girls would be there to greet me. I quickly found them, each holding a rose, waiting for me. Allison gave me a purple rose, Ella's was pink and my husband's was red. But the flowers weren't necessary, as the smiles made everything else invisible.
I'm lucky enough to get an excited homecoming nearly everyday. I drop the kids off at daycare and my husband picks them up, so when I get home, they've already been at home for awhile. Which mean when I pull up, I am greeted immediately with the sound of two sets of little feet, running to the front door screaming "mommy!". But the airport greeting was even better, as the excitement in their faces matched my own.
My husband then received the last "hello", but the welcome back kiss makes up for being last.