They're Home!

A little over a year ago we were making the sad trek to Dulles Airport for Suzanne's return flight. She would be in Africa another year before returning yesterday "for good" — or at least for a few years, which means "for good" when you're in your 20s.

Yesterday we watched many travelers emerge from Customs into the International Arrivals Terminal — a grandma who was instantly swarmed by two young grandsons, a man whose three beaded-hair daughters yelled "Daddy" and enveloped him in hugs.

And then, finally, emerging from the door, the two we were looking for. Appolinaire in a green sweatshirt over his West African print shirt, Suzanne in a thin flowered  blouse and a colorful lanyard for her passport pouch.

It was — they were — one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. But I saw them from a distance just for an instant, because soon they were smothered in hugs, too.