As I drive to the airport, my heart is pounding. I shouldn't even be driving because I am so nervous. All I can picture is seeing you at the curb with your bags. This all seems sureal because all I have had of you for several months is a fuzz cam picture and your voice over scratchy computer speakers. Every single letter you typed on the computer screen touched the deepest part of my heart. My heart worried every single day that you were in danger overseas. When I knew that you were safe on American soil, I wept. I wept because my heart was so relieved. Until that point, I have been waiting patiently for you to be in my arms. As I made a few circles around the airport, I finally see you walking out of the terminal doors. I pull the car over to the curb, my heart pounding, my hands cold, and tears building up in my eyes. I rip my seatbelt off and bolt out of the car door, leaving it wide open. And run screaming, Oh my God, right into your arms. The other passengers looking on, some with smiles, others with odd looks. But I don't care because its your homecoming.

Tanya 5-3-08

COOL

thank you!