DFW airport. Nine o'clock at night. David and Mary dressed in pjs and Crocs. David spots his daddy half a mile away, yells, "Daddy!" and takes off. Mary follows, as fast as her quick little legs can take her, joining in the chorus of "Daddy! Daddy!" I spot Greg. He spots the kids, who are way ahead of me, and starts running too. He reaches them and scoops them up. Much hugging and smiling ensues. I hang back. This is their moment. My eyes are filled with tears.
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Later that night I couldn't go to sleep. Partly because I'm not used to sharing my bed with a grown-up. But mostly because I couldn't stop looking at that grown-up. I kept staring. And staring. And smiling. And thinking: "He's real! I really do have a husband. He's not a figment of my imagination. He's real. And he's here!!"
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It was good to be reunited. Our family, together again.
P.S. I have a husband! And he loves me a lot!
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