I don't know how else to describe this

We waited. It was cold and foggy. We had signs, balloons, streamers. We had food, drinks. Our hair was done, houses cleaned, make up on. We waited some more.

Then, we saw a bus. And saw them. And then we waited more.

We were freezing.

They came around the corner, and we cheered!!!

Then, more waiting.

"Do you see yours?" "I can see mine." "I think that's him." "He is at the end of the first row."

We were listening for the magic words: Go join your family members!!!

I ran. I found him and we just came together. I have no idea what else was going on around me. We just held each other tight. He hadn't shaved in a few days. It was 0330, but I felt very awake. I thought I would cry, but I didn't. It was a feeling I had felt before, this feeling of peace and calm, that I know did not come from myself, as I had been a ball of anxious nerves for the last 12 hours.

We came home. He never went to sleep. It was the middle of the day for him. I slept and woke up (literally, I opened my eyes and he gave it to me) to a plate of scrambled cheese eggs and toast. He wants to pick up the kids.

I throw clothes on. I make a phone call. I tell him where to stand, got my camera ready. They had no idea dad would pick them up. It was a good morning.

I need to get to bed. But I want to remember this. Forever.