An empty ache...

Angel,

You have been 1200Km away and I have missed you more than I can say... You are coming home tonight and though I am very happy about that, it leaves me still with an empty ache...

I want to meet you at the airport to greet you.. I would love to see your face light up when you see me standing there- waiting for you. Under the sterile high domed ceiling and too bright lights, I would gather you up in my arms and hold you to me for a minute. The crowd would move around us as we had our quiet moment to greet each other... After our embrace, I would bend to take your bags, hoisting straps onto my shoulders and dragging behind a wheeled case - I would do this in such a way as to leave one hand free to hold yours for as long as I could.

In the car you lean back into the seat, tired and excited at the same time - your eyes dark and oval, a small happy smile... you can tell me all about your trip - what you've learned and what it will mean for you... you can tell me about the small moments that string the time together... you will tell me of the people that you've met and the weather and the food... you will ask how I've been and if I have missed you.

Though I won't be able to answer you properly with words - I can't say how much I've missed you or in all the ways that you have been missed - I can show you with the care I take of you... I can show you in the holding of your hand and the press of my thumb to your cheek... I can show you with a kiss that holds us in a place that contains only us... I think I can show you... I think that you will know...

I would gladly be there to give you these things and take you to the people who love you and are bounding with excitement at the thought of your return...It's knowing that I can't give you these things that has left a small pebble in my heart... a small empty ache of wanting to see you.. It will sit until I can see you...

I have missed you...

Always...

Just me.