Michael had been deployed for almost a year and word came late Tuesday afternoon that he was finally coming home. So Wednesday morning, Carly and their four year old son were camped out on the top level of the airport parking deck, nervous and excited, watching the elevator doors. Happy birthday and welcome home balloons whipped around joyfully in the breeze and bright sunshine. Every few minutes Carly checked her phone...he's landed!...he's at the baggage claim!!!.... He's getting in the ELEVATOR!!!! And then he was there, holding them in his arms. There are moments in life when time slows and creation holds it's breath, witnessing a sacred moment. This was one of those moments. I can't stop thinking about it, the simple and profound beauty of connection. Carly, thank you for having me there to witness such a beautiful moment in your lives. I'll never forget it.