|Clock Tower near Birmingham, England|
Used to American efficiency and a certain amount of impatience in being thwarted by one's travel plans (did I say that nicely?), no one else in line seemed to be at all surprised when we had to wait for someone from KLM to show up to reroute us... all 200 plus of us. I fortunately was in the beginning of the line (early arrival has its perks). The someone from KLM showed up and was just that... one... someone. There were actually two but one was shunted off to the side to handle elite ticket holders, class will out!
|Flight into the morning|
And the hours traveling faded like dew on a sunny morning when my little three-year-old grandson rounded the corner of the kitchen and saw his Nana sitting on the kitchen floor playing with his cousin. He looked like a young fawn startled in a thicket. I raised my arms. He ran and buried himself in my lap. The journey... what journey? That moment filled my heart, healed my aching body, and brought me fully home.
Please join me next week for Part II of "Home to Home" or "What I Did On My Christmas Vacation." See you then.