While waiting to pick up a
friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those
life-changing experiences that you hear other people talk about — the
kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. This one occurred a mere two
feet away from me.
Straining to locate my friend among the
passengers deplaning through the jet way, I noticed a man coming toward
me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his
family.
First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years
old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug.
As they separated enough to look in each other’s face, I heard the
father say, “It’s so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!” His
son smiled somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, “Me,
too, Dad!”
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest
son (maybe nine or ten) and while cupping his son’s face in his hands
said, “You’re already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!”
They too hugged a most loving, tender hug.
While this was
happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half) was squirming
excitedly in her mother’s arms, never once taking her little eyes off
the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, “Hi, baby
girl!” as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed
her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her
from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid
her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure contentment.
After
several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared,
“I’ve saved the best for last!” and proceeded to give his wife the
longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her
eyes for several seconds and then silently mouthed. “I love you so
much!” They stared at each other’s eyes, beaming big smiles at one
another, while holding both hands.
For an instant they reminded
me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn’t
possibly be. I puzzled about it for a moment then realized how totally
engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more
than an arm’s length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I
was invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice
nervously ask, “Wow! How long have you two been married?
“Been
together fourteen years total, married twelve of those.” he replied,
without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife’s face. “Well then, how
long have you been away?” I asked. The man finally turned and looked at
me, still beaming his joyous smile. “Two whole days!”
Two days? I
was stunned. By the intensity of the greeting, I had assumed he’d been
gone for at least several weeks – if not months. I know my expression
betrayed me.
I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my
intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for
my friend), “I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve
years!”
The man suddenly stopped smiling.
He looked me
straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned right into my
soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me,
“Don’t hope, friend… decide!” Then he flashed me his wonderful smile
again, shook my hand and said, “God bless!”
- By Michael D. Hargrove and Bottom Line Underwriters, Inc.
Copyright 1997