The arrivals area at Heathrow airport is one of my favourite places ever. I love to see reunions. I love to see couples who haven't seen each other in months, grandparents meeting grandchildren for the first time, soldiers being reunited with their wives. Hugs, kisses, tears are so much more tender. There's something about the airport that makes us all so vulnerable. We're either coming or going; tearful goodbyes, or joyous reunions. Maybe waiting for an hour for my family wasn't such a bad thing. There was a lot of love in Heathrow arrivals last Sunday.
Yes, Christmas clearly makes me mushy. I just love this time of year, though.
I love being with my family.
I love what Christmas really means.
I love cosy nights in.
I love Christmas shopping.
I love Christmas decorations.
I love cheesy Christmas songs.
I love The Snowman.
I love mince pies.
I love carolling.
I love Christmas dinner.
I love Christmas crackers.
I love Christmas movies.
I love snow.
I love Christmas lights.
I love all of it.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!