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			<description><![CDATA[As I sit here waiting and watching the travelers scurry about the airport, I noticed a young woman carrying a newborn in a courier close to her breast.  I stared for a moment remembering how anxious and excited we were on that special day you arrived.  You looked so small and helpless, crying loudly as they washed you and snuggled you up in a warm blanket, then laid you in my arms.  I remembered Dad looking on with pride.  He didn&#039;t know I saw a sigh of relief leave his tear stained cheek.<br />     Yes, we counted your little fingers and toes, made sure everything was where it&#039;s suppose to be, nothing missing (perfect). <br />     The wait again is almost over, anxious and excited as we were long ago.  The plane that brings you home to us has landed and your days in an unfamiliar land not knowing your own destiny has ended.  You&#039;ve served your country well.<br />     As I watch for you to appear, my heart races and feels like it will burst.  My knees knock, my hands shake, my eyes search the crowds rushing here and there.  Then suddenly there you are, standing straight and tall before us with a smile that would warm the hearts of angels.  Words unspoken, my arms reach to cradle you with love.  I don&#039;t know how long I hold on.  In this moment, time stands still.  <br />     When I finally look up, I see Dad patiently waiting his turn, the years of worry and despair on his face relaxed.  I could see the joy and pride in his eyes.  He gives you a big strong hug, a pat on the back, picks up your baggage and says "We&#039;ve missed you.  Welcome home."]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2014 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate>
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