I was waiting at the airport. It seemed like forever. I was debating whether to take out my camera. I decided I would experience the moment rather than recording it. I started crying. He was a big part of my life for 4 years. I missed him terribly in those two months when we were apart. Finally, I saw them walking down the aisle. I tried to get a spot along the aisle. The next thing I saw was my precious little boy running towards me, calling daddy. He had short hair. He was wearing a backpack. I fought back my tears and called out his name. I reached out over the fence to pick him up. I covered his face with kisses. He wrapped his arms around my neck. We were finally back together after two long months. Neither of us would let each other go.
