Where is the Love?

**Note: usually on Mondays I would post a weekend in collage, but I have been editing this silly post for darn near a week, and I'm sick of looking at it. So, I needed to post it before I drove myself crazy.**

There is nothing quite like people-watching at the arrivals lobby at the airport. I love seeing people waiting with anticipation and excitement as they wait for their loved ones to come up the escalator, and the utter joy that crosses their face as they finally connect after their time apart.

Last Sunday, I got to be one of those eager beavers as I was down at the airport waiting to pick up hubs. He had been out of the country at a conference for about a week hobnobbing with some bigwigs in his field. It had been a long week of silence with only being able to exchange a few emails. Time changes, internet outages, and bogus fees all prevented actual live conversation, and if you know my hubs, then you know that the silence was deafening. And, lord, do I love my dogs, but they just weren’t cutting it as a hubs substitute. I truly believe they only tolerated me because I was the only one left to feed them. But I digress.

When I arrived at the airport, I realized that I would have ample time to witness these happy reunions as Delta Tracker had failed to inform me that hubs’s plane would be landing later than scheduled. Like a whole hour later. So, I settled in and watched as wave after wave of passengers came up the escalators. There were hugs, there were kisses, and there were some tears, but overall, there was just happiness. I. was. luurrving. it. (Sidenote: Let me just clarify that while I love the love, what I don't love is the out of control PDA). And then it all came crashing down.

There were a couple of kids standing next to me waiting for their dad. To say they were excited would be an understatement. They were jumping up and down and nearly bowled him over when he appeared. When they finally let him come up for some air, the adult female (which I can only assume was his wife) barely glanced at him before turning and walking towards baggage claim. Way harsh. I shivered from the icy cold wind that had blown through. Now, I don’t want to judge, ‘cause I don’t know what was in her head. And it could very well be that she was just distracted with the logistics of keeping her sanity while trying to navigate baggage claim with two excited children and getting home. But sheesh, not even managing a hug or a smile? It reminded me of those couples that I wrote about earlier that I spy on see at restaurants just sitting there not smiling, not talking, looking everywhere else but their companion. It’s just so sad to see. Where is the love? You are married to this person, for Pete's sake.

I don’t proclaim to be a marriage expert after only 3 years and 10 months of marriage, but I can safely guess that being in a marriage where spouses act as if it’s a chore to be married; is not fun. Doesn't it take more energy to hold on to all the negativity than not? Why not use that energy for more fun purposes, like adult-rated fun purposes? (Sorry, parentals and parentals-in-law). Talk about getting some aggression and stress out. If you did that, then you probably wouldn't treat your spouse as an after-thought. Just sayin’.

Shortly after my awe at the happy airport arrivals reunions had been thoroughly sqaushed like a bug on a windshield, hubs made his appearance. Was I going to throw caution to the wind and become one of those PDA exhibitionists that I gag at in an attempt to make up for the lack of love that I had just witnessed? Heck, no! I may love the hubs, but I'm not about to maul him in front of complete strangers! But, I will say that hubs definitely wasn't disappointed.

So, what about you, people of the interwebz? What's your favorite people-watching moment at the airport?