Watching planes go by

This time of year most people cant wait for Dec. 25th. Well this year we couldnt wait for Dec 23rd.

I bathed my kids, put them in jammies, brushed their teeth, but they did not go to bed. Instead we loaded into the car with our handmade signs. Each a different. Each with a special meaning for each kid.

W arrived at our destination with time to spare. Maybe too much. The kids were tired. There was no place to sit, as many others were doing the same thing we were. Derek gathered the tired kids on the floor, against the wall. He tired his best to keep them entertained with stories

Finally we saw familiar face! They were there for the same purpose.........To welcome my brother home from the war

He had no clue we were going to be there. He took forever to get off the plane. He made several stops on his way......the bathroom.........water.........

Finally he made it to baggage claim. Man was he surprised!

It was good to finally see him and know that he is safe and well.

During our wait many people came up and said to tell Joe thank you or something of that sort. My brother John was in the back of the group with his son when a lady approached him asking a few question like who we were, if any of the kids were Joe's and what not. Finally before she walked a way her eyes filled with, than ran down her face, she said, please tell him thank you, my brother never made it home. Talk about the harsh reality of what could have happened. What is happening.