I’ve only been away for two days but when I look through the 2nd-floor window and see him waiting downstairs in the arrivals area I wave furiously. He waves back, smiling big.
As I come through the sliding doors, he runs towards me. It’s the classic airport scene – mom coming home, her little boy running to greet her, big smiles all around.
He jumps at me and I scoop him up, aware of the others still waiting for their loved ones who are smiling as they watch us. The big reunion.
“Mama!” he says excitedly.
“Hi, buddy!” I answer, thinking about how lucky I am to have a little man who’s so happy to see me come home.
“Come and get me a new airplane!”
Little bugger. It’s less that he’s happy to see me, though I know he is, and more that he found a toy airplane when we were here to drop me off and he hasn’t forgotten. Figures mom coming home is a good opportunity to bargain for it again.
I laugh and agree to go with him so he can show me.
“I want a kiss first, though,” I say.
I get one.
