My brother is back. Yay! 🙂
Airports are funny places. My heart is worn so openly on my sleeve that it will come as no surprise that I don’t deal with departures well. But it surprised even me when I felt myself getting emotional over arrivals.
Terminal 5 at Heathrow is amazing. It’s so big and spacious and is a testament to…… big and spacious things!
As I stood there waiting for my brother, I watched the people surrounding me. Those that had constructed “Welcome Home” placards for their loved ones, the parents eagerly awaiting the return of their well travelled child, the husbands awaiting their wives amongst so many others.
But what brought a tear to my eye was when I saw a child run up to his mother as she walked out of the arrival doors. As she swept him up in her arms, it made me feel all warm inside. So much so that I actually welled up! Maybe I’m getting broody (Eeeeek!).
The worst part was when I realised that I was wearing my heart a lil’ too openly on my sleeve and I had to mentally will myself to not cry when my brother arrived!
Arrivals really is quite emotional. More so than departures I think!