This is Us. Our very first picture of Us (in person, at least).
And He is going to be very jealous that She is writing this, because We forgot to do this together while He was here.
I remember the day so clearly, but then again, it was only 2 months ago. I had the perfect spot, sitting right in front of the doors for International Arrivals. Every five minutes or so, I would be impatient and would get up to go see the arrival times on the screen. For nearly 40 minutes, the status of his flight never changed from ‘Landing’, and quickly his flight was the oldest arrive flight by 2 hours. Miserable for me.
Mom was just trying to figure out how the camera worked so she could get video of Us running.
There was even a guy who was waiting for someone who lightly teased about how anxious I was for getting up all the time.
After getting up for the billionth* time, and still seeing ‘Landing’ next to his flight, I give up to go sit down, determined to stay seated for 5 whole minutes. Which is hard, let me tell you.
But,
I turn around,
and there He is!
Looking rather confused because he couldn’t find me. I even questionably asked if it was Him, because He had His back to me.
And it was. And I never have been so tightly hugged before.
And later, when We went to go to the car, He tried to direct the cart with his luggage with one hand while keeping the other around me. He hit a car with the cart. No scratches or anything, but it was funny.
Very awkward meeting story, if I do say so.
