I am most aware of love when I am thinking about the many ways people are reunited. In any other year, the baggage claim at O’Hare International Airport is my favorite place of anticipation for this. Will it be my dad who spots me first or the other way around? I live for the embrace, the end of missing. It’s an allusion for what’s to come while visiting my hometown.
It’s nice to know I am not alone in wondering about these things...💕