Hug your people 

Have you ever just sat in the airport and people watched? 

Maybe not all airports are so full of many different nationalities and languages but Orlando International is. 

It’s impossible to know but I sometimes sit and watch and wonder what their stories are.

This family. 

They stand in the middle of the airport terminal and they cry.

The little girl weeps and cries as the older couple walk away. Her mommy picks her up and hugs her and she has tears streaming down her face.

Will they see each other soon?

I wonder. 


These two. 

Maybe mother and daughter saying goodby?

Goodbye for a little while or a long time. Who knows. But it’s obvious they are sad to be saying goodby.

There is this  cute family sitting beside me.


Mom hands out snacks to the kids.

They are so well behaved and dressed like a magazine add

Mom wears a head scarf and she has a gold tattoo on her hand. She is stunning. I hear her accent. Where is she from?

Gosh I really want to know. She could be from Florida going to visit her Uncle Fred in Wyoming but my wild imagination has her from an exotic foreign country married to a King of somewhere.

Why is this young girl in a wheelchair?

She could have sprained her ankle but my mind goes to her being the poster child for the upcoming Jerry Lewis Muscular Distrophy Telethon. 

Whatever the cause, they laugh and smile and are obviously glad to be here. Mickey Mouse welcomes you! 


Now that I’m done taking rouge pictures of total strangers, the real reason I’m here today is to pick up the parents from their Ohio adventure.

Flying is not their thing but under current circumstances, it’s the best option.

I’ve said more times than I can count the last month,  “stop talking about it and just do it.” 

As I watch people with their people, I’m grateful that my people are close. Most are in my backdoor while some are a car ride and extended is only a plan ride away.

Hug your people when you are blessed to have them in your presence. 

Oh I gotta go……..mine deserve a hug. 

About abandonedocala

Christ Follower 💜 Wife 💜 Mom 💜 Grandmom (BB is my name). 💜Rescued and Restored a 114 year old farmhouse. Isaiah 54:7
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