Tonight I dropped a friend off at the Greyhound bus station. As I started to pull away, a car pulled in and parked behind me. A young lady got out and was immediately bowled over with a hug by another young lady who came running out of the station squealing.
I don’t fly a lot and I’ve never taken the train farther than the airport. I have never ridden on a Greyhound. My point is that I don’t necessarily get to experience a lot of other people’s reunions. Watching that scene tonight left me with a twinge of wistfulness wishing I saw unabridged happiness like that more often. Maybe it’s out there and I’m just not a part of the jet setter world so I don’t see it. Is it out there? Are there tearful, hug-filled squeals of joy at the airport? I am sure there are when our service men and women return home, but what about everyone else? Do we, as a society, still show excitement and affection when we see someone we’ve missed for a while? Or is it just hug and a smile? Let’s squeal when we see those we love or missed. Let’s get excited when we hold them in our arms again. Let’s love LOUD. I am (fair warning).
Find peace inside.