Much of what I know I learned from my grandchildren!Â I wrote this in my journal back in May 2006 after waiting for Gerald and his family to arrive at the Harrisburg, PA airport.Â We were all gathering for one of our annual family weekends.Â I stood there thinking of what I had seen years before and was hoping for the same experience….and there he was!
Years ago at an airport I watched a grandma waiting
a little child saw her . . .
came running down the hall . . .
jumped into her arms . . .
and gave her a big hug and a kiss . . .
so delighted was he to see her.
And I prayed: “Someday, God, please let that be me.”
Tonight I am the one waiting at the airport. . .
Jake sees me . . .
comes racing down the hall . . .
jumps into my arms . . .
gives me a big hug and a kiss . . .
so delighted is he to see me.
And I pray: “Thank You God! Tonight that is me!”