Going to the airport for an international arrival is a game of waiting.
We stood at the end of a long corridor and wait as the passengers trickle out, one by one, two by two, a group here and a group there. With three simultaneous international arrivals, it makes for a long process.
We saw several lovely reunions as we anticipate our own. An uncle arrived from Italy to a niece and nephew running to him full speed. A father returned to a mother and smiling baby. A sister came from German for a visit.
Finally, it was our turn. L ran to meet Babcia, who scooped her up and gave her a long hug.
K joined them for a three-generation, all-mother-daughter group hug. It caught the attention of others, just as earlier reunions brought smiles to our face,
More hugs followed.
Now L just has to start speaking Polish…