The happiest of reunions

I wore a path in the carpet at the airport. I was nervous, excited and overwhelmed. I was seeing my husband for the first time in 11 months.

When I saw him round the corner and head up the hallway from Terminal A, I had to hold myself back from busting through the “do not enter” security sign. (But I hated to have our reunion spoiled with me in handcuffs and suspected as a possible terrorist.)

I have never hugged someone so tightly. A kiss has never been so sweet. I am so relieved to have my best friend back home.