Those Blinking Lights Last Night

“Yeah, so far his flight’s like twelve minutes late, but  we still — gotta go, there’s his plane!”

All I could really see clearly in the airport’s window wall last night was a reflection of the crowd waiting to board once the arriving passengers were off and the plane had been quickly serviced.

I couldn’t really see his jet as it pulled up to the gate, just the blinking lights on the plane.

But those blinking lights on top and on the wings were huge clues that Joseph’s jet was there.

And then he came through the door, talking to the people in front of him as he juggled his duffle bag and garment bag.

We yelled each other’s names, and with him being the only passenger allowed to have someone meet him at the gate, we were probably obnoxious as we hugged and laughed.  He’s home for Christmas!

Several weeks ago I wrote this on here: “Clark Griswold aside, my favorite Christmas Lights are caught in a two-way tie: lights on a Christmas trees by a window, and the candles on a church’s Advent wreath.”

Those blinking lights on Joseph’s jet make it a three-way tie.

What blinking lights are you watching for these days?  For what, or for whom, are those blinking lights big clues?  I’d love to hear from you on here, and I’ll see you back here soon.