Airports are not for the fainthearted. And while the arrivals hall is infinitely easier to handle than the departure terminal there too emotions run high.
I stood waiting to greet my daughter who had been overseas in seminary for the year. The arrivals board indicated that her plane had landed but no passengers had passed yet through the great glass portal that separated us.
I stationed myself among the other parents but I wasn’t being sociable because I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the glass long enough to carry on a decent conversation. I didn’t want to miss the first glimpse of my daughter at the doorway.
A sympathetic woman approached to inform me that the passengers were delayed at baggage claim. Still I couldn’t relax my gaze; after all maybe just maybe my daughter’s suitcases were the first ones off the plane! I heard the buzz around me about Pesach recipes but it was of no interest to me at all as I waited and waited with an overwhelming eagerness.
