Travel Light

I’m spending some 4 hours in an airport terminal simply rejoicing in the laughter and tears of children.
Kids riding on suitcases.
Kids playing rock, paper, scissors 467 times.
Kids misbehaving.
Kids not old enough to understand.
Kids on parents’ lap cwtching.
One little curly haired lad nearly had me crying through the chuckles as his mum chased him…
My heart prays something I don’t understand but it has to do with life and love and hope.

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