Thu. Nov 03, 2005
Atlanta's Newest Belle
Earlier today, I wrote “There are days that I really need a good story. A hopeful development. If not a happy ending, at least the end of a sad beginning. Yesterday, I got one.” And today, I got an even better one, as I went to the airport to meet LeeAnn and Danny on their return, and welcome Caroli to Atlanta.
It’s funny how it is often the littlest things that can make you the happiest. Like the littlest hand wrapped around your finger. It certainly made my day, week, and month.
LeeAnn and Caroli snuck up on me, as I was watching the area all arriving passengers must pass from the concourses … except those few who arrive on the T-Gates, and of course, that’s where they came in.
While Caroli stared at me with a look that said “mom, who’s the goofy guy,” LeeAnn pointed out the surprise they’d promised Uncle Pooter: Caroli was decked out in a Falcons jersey. The girl’s gonna be alright, I can tell already.
While LeeAnn and Danny were surprisingly energetic for all they’ve been through, Caroli was wondering why the sun was out at 3am (which is what time her body clock said it was). She was alternately semi-alert and so very tired.
Miss Caroli has arrived, her long journey ending with a royal ride home in a stretch limo. Atlanta’s got a new belle.