You’re at the airport waiting impatiently for the most important person in the world. Standing above the escalator you can see the incoming passengers down below. They look like little distant images walking towards you. In your excitement, you want to reach out to this love of yours, this dot in the distance who is different from all the other dots. So strong is this feeling that everyone around you is forgotten. You raise your voice and call out to your loved one and then run towards this special person.
My children are at home, waiting for Mommy. “Where is Mommy?” they cry out. They see her in the distance, getting out of the car. As Mommy makes her way to our apartment building, the children run to the porch calling out from six floors up “Mommy, Mommy!” They are completely immersed in this act of connection. Nothing else matters.