Home

It was early summer, and it had been exactly 4 months since I had seen her. The rainy morning mist failed to squelch what was in my heart, the glorious anticipation of seeing her again. I waited at the airport, butterflies in my stomach and a nervous smile on my face. Her flight was due in twenty minutes, which seemed like both an eternity and a second to me. Before I knew it, she had touched down and the flight was disembarking. A bouquet of flowers in my hand, I stopped my anxious pacing and looked expectantly at the long hallway of the airport gate. 

Then I saw her, radiant and beautiful, just I had remembered her in my dreams. We both ran quickly towards each other, and I wrapped her in my embrace. The light had burned away the morning mist, and all was right with the world. She was home.