I am struggling with a title for this post so I am going to stop trying to think of one and just start typing.
As I was getting on the plane this afternoon in in Los Angeles, I stood next to, in my estimation, the happiest girl I had ever seen. She was probably about 18 or 19. I wouldn't have thought that old, except for the fact that she was married. I thought she must have been on some kind of drugs. She was bouncing around and way to happy to get on an overbooked flight to Portland. I made my way down the aisle and into my seat and noticed that happy little girl was sitting across the aisle from me. I politely said, "hello" and went back to my book. When we took off, she giggled and laughed. I raised an eyebrow and kept reading. After several other events like this, she asked what I was reading and I showed her the book (Playing For Pizza by John Grisham). I then asked her if she was going home or away from home. She teared up pretty quickly and told me that she was finally going home. Through a brief conversation I learned quite a bit, so here is her story:
She fell in love with her boyfriend in High School in Portland and got married just after she graduated. Then she got deported. Apparently, being married doesn't automatically make you an American citizen, even if you've lived here since you were 7. So, she spent quite a long time in Guatemala trying to get her visa so she could move back to America, where her husband, mom, dad, sisters, etc all live. Her husband went to Guatemala for a while, but had to come back to go to work. She was coming "home" for the first time in her married life and was going to finally live with her husband.
I put all of this together as we exited the plane. As I came around the corner out of the secure area, she was in the arms of her father who was crying a river and surrounded by no less than 15 others. Her husband was waiting dutifully for her to finish kissing her father before he stepped in.
What did I learn from this? Life (work, bills, kids, pets, other family) has a way of bogging me down and I forget about the giddy excitement I used to feel when I would see Janey. I feel a deeper love than ever, I need to show a little bit of the excitement. It'll be good for me, her, AND the kids...