A few weeks ago, my husband and I were at the airport. We don't fly very often, but when we do, it's a strong reminder of how he and I couldn't be more opposite.
Adam was born and raised in the military and has a regimen for almost everything. Every 't' is crossed, every 'i' dotted...where I on the other hand...well, I guess you could say I'm more free spirited. I usually have the "Don't worry - everything will be fine" attitude.
So, there we were - at the airport. Adam was checking our boarding passes, looking up our flight information, making sure our luggage was safe and secure, while I was pretty much just wandering along beside him, smiling at people as we passed by.
When we got to the security check point and started to take our shoes off, we somehow became separated. I stood up to look for him but instead found myself face to face with a sweet and kind elderly man. He must have been in his 80's and seemed very stressed and confused.
I work as a therapist and am primarily with geriatric patients so my mind began to spin with what to do. Was he lost? Did he have Dementia, Alzheimer's, Short Term Memory loss? How could I help him get where he needed to go?
As I smiled and began to ask if I could take him somewhere, he instead looked over my shoulder and softly said, "I'm with her..."
Turning around, I realized that I was standing between this dear man and the love of his life. His beautiful silver haired wife was standing there waiting patiently as he hurried himself trying to get past me.
Apologizing, I shifted myself backwards in my bare feet as he shuffled his way towards her. They both smiled at each other in relief, making their way through the security line together.
Realizing that I still didn't know where Adam was, I looked back and saw him trying to make his way through people saying, "I am so sorry, excuse me, sorry...I'm trying to get to her."
With a lump building in my throat, I threw myself around him in the biggest hug, making him drop his carry-on. "What in the world?" He had no idea what I was doing, but it didn't matter. I realized that he would always be the same...and so would I.
Life is what you make of it. No matter what your personality is, when it's all said and done, who you are - and who you love is really what it's all about.
Whether you're exactly alike or completely different from that person...it's nice to be standing in line together in the end.
Adam was born and raised in the military and has a regimen for almost everything. Every 't' is crossed, every 'i' dotted...where I on the other hand...well, I guess you could say I'm more free spirited. I usually have the "Don't worry - everything will be fine" attitude.
So, there we were - at the airport. Adam was checking our boarding passes, looking up our flight information, making sure our luggage was safe and secure, while I was pretty much just wandering along beside him, smiling at people as we passed by.
When we got to the security check point and started to take our shoes off, we somehow became separated. I stood up to look for him but instead found myself face to face with a sweet and kind elderly man. He must have been in his 80's and seemed very stressed and confused.
I work as a therapist and am primarily with geriatric patients so my mind began to spin with what to do. Was he lost? Did he have Dementia, Alzheimer's, Short Term Memory loss? How could I help him get where he needed to go?
As I smiled and began to ask if I could take him somewhere, he instead looked over my shoulder and softly said, "I'm with her..."
Turning around, I realized that I was standing between this dear man and the love of his life. His beautiful silver haired wife was standing there waiting patiently as he hurried himself trying to get past me.
Apologizing, I shifted myself backwards in my bare feet as he shuffled his way towards her. They both smiled at each other in relief, making their way through the security line together.
Realizing that I still didn't know where Adam was, I looked back and saw him trying to make his way through people saying, "I am so sorry, excuse me, sorry...I'm trying to get to her."
With a lump building in my throat, I threw myself around him in the biggest hug, making him drop his carry-on. "What in the world?" He had no idea what I was doing, but it didn't matter. I realized that he would always be the same...and so would I.
Life is what you make of it. No matter what your personality is, when it's all said and done, who you are - and who you love is really what it's all about.
Whether you're exactly alike or completely different from that person...it's nice to be standing in line together in the end.
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