Today I was at the airport picking my father who we flew in as a surprise for my son's birthday.
(The look on his face when my father walked in the yard --- priceless. It's a memory that I will hold forever. I wish I had a camera; I should've thought to videotape it.)
I love being at the airport. I miss working there truthfully. But I didn't work in a terminal, I was in a seperate building - but I loved the atmosphere just the same.
Walking through you see so many stories unfolding.....
People tearfully saying goodbye; people tearfully saying their hellos. Excitement of going on vacation, and the weary faces arriving back home from vacations.
I love the sights and smells of the terminals; watching the planes make their descent onto the tarmac and equally as fun watching them take off. It's the magic of flying that takes us from destination to destination in a blink of an eye - and it's the ability to travel the world within hours that's allows us to create the memories and stories that the terminals hold .