Airport Welcome Wagon
Yup. Greeting new families as they return home from Ethiopia... trust me, it's addicting. A few weeks ago we got our first taste of the Welcome Wagon Magic when we were on hand to meet Simone as she arrived home with her family. The joy, the energy, the love...it was like baby crack. We had a taste and we wanted more.
Luckily, we got another fix yesterday. This time we were at LAX to greet Amy as she arrived home with her daughter, the littlest ladybug of them all, Miz LT.
To be a member of the LAX Welcome Wagon, you must possess superior poster board skills and be able to cry at the first sight of the arriving family.
Like a hysterical group of tweens catching a glimpse of that guy from Twilight, The Welcome Wagon rushes toward Mama and Babe at first sight.
Mama never stopped smiling while the Sweet Babe gazed out at all of us thoughtfully.
Baby-sized, madras-plaid espadrilles...just one of the many signs of magic you witness when you are part of the Welcome Wagon.
While the Welcome Wagon gathered around cooing and ahhing and crying and laughing, the Sweet Babe just smiled. She never cried or pouted or hid away. She rested comfortably in her mother's arms, found her light, and smiled at her adoring fans.
So, I think it's pretty clear why I won't be wasting my time crocheting any more owls... I mean, I have signs to make and babies to greet! Once you've experienced Airport Magic you can't go back. Oh, alright, so maybe I'll work on an owl or two when flights are delayed...
Now, who's coming home next?