A Tender Hello


Father & Son Reunion

Father & Son Reunion

In airports, you often see the best and worst of people. Tired, cranky, and sometimes scared, they can be a field of emotional land mines to navigate through as you edge your way past bag drops and security check points. Frequently, it’s the people traveling for business who are at their worst. Believing themselves to be masters of their own universe, they can make life uncomfortable for everyone within hearing range when life changes the plan ever so slightly. I’ve traveled for business in the past and I understand the stress of getting to a distant location where people wait for your presentation. I know what it feels like to sink into believing that a missed flight is a missed opportunity that will be difficult to recover from. Rarely is that the case though. If what you offer is what’s needed, people will still want to hear you no matter when you arrive. 

In the last year, my travel life, business life, and love life have all gone through dramatic changes. Airports look different to me now. Instead of moving at breakneck speed towards departure gates or rental car pickups, I travel for love. Flying these days is about reuniting with family and friends or exploring places I’ve never been before. Since moving to Cornwall to marry my darling Englishman, my life has slowed down to a pace where I can breathe again. More importantly, I can see again. Instead of rushing about with my focus always on the future or getting things done, I have time to see what is in front of me. It is a gift of astronomical proportions and one I don’t take for granted.

It is with these fresh eyes that I captured the image you see above, a father and son reunion at the Atlanta airport taken last March while waiting for John to arrive. Although I was still working ferociously long days through a fog of must do items and endless lists, I was beginning to be able to see more clearly what was happening in the rest of the world. With love filling my own heart, I could pause to recognize it in those around me, even those who were strangers. Like the tender hello of the father to his son, I began to welcome the heart of me, perhaps the best part of me, back home where it belonged.


Today’s post was inspired by Karen Walrond’s post over at Shutter Sisters…take a look if you’ve never been before…it’s a good place to look for things you thought you’d lost.

14 thoughts on “A Tender Hello

  1. So well put. I love all the beautiful words, images, and gratitude I’m surrounded by on Love Thursday. Thanks for the reminder to drink it all in today.

    Happy Love Thursday!

  2. Absolutely lovely capture. Very moving.

    As for the dancing: you could always just decide to start of as the leader 🙂

    The lens is a Canon EF 100mm 2.8f USM Macro. Yes, I’m very happy with it and it wasn’t too pricey, nor is it heavy. It can do both macro and other (i.e. the water/vulture or the seal in the surf as well as the newer flower close-ups over at my site).

  3. Beautifully said and beautifully captured! When we take time and feel and be in the present moment, we see, hear and feel things that are so loud with silence, there is a need to share in the experience someway and somehow. You did it here girl. love it!

  4. Working at the airport was one of my favorite jobs, I just loved the buzz and watching people from all over the world transition from one place to another, with all their hopes and fears, and laughter and tears, and busy-ness and excitement. I also used to giggle at what one of my colleagues often said whenever she dealt with a particularly difficult traveler: “it’s like there is a sign at the front door that says ‘please deposit brain here before entering’!” The airport is where you see people at their worse, and their best. And the best is what you have captured so beautifully in this photo. Reminds me of the ending of the film “Love Actually.” 🙂

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