“Ground control to Major...”
They had started the day at 4:30AM in France
Hadn’t missed a connection
She had been texting me at each milestone
In the Paris Airport she sent a photo of a $75,000.00 Rolex in a shop window
I thought about what my grandfather always said, “Something is only worth what someone is willing to pay for it.”
In Atlanta, with only one more short flight to go, they encountered a mechanical delay
turned out the pilot’s seat had a broken spring and had to be replaced
“What are the odds?”, I smiled to myself, imagining a rotund aviator with four gold bars sewn on each of the shoulders of his starched white shirt attempting to squeeze his immensity into the confined space of the cockpit and then finally plopping down with a “BOING!”...
I pulled into the airport parking lot around 9:00pm and let out a sigh of relief as I caught sight of them walking up from the gate, past the security stations and into my arms.
By the time we pulled in the driveway it was almost eleven, which felt like 5:00AM to my travel-weary girls.
“Home, Home, where I wanted to go” - C.P.