Scanning the incoming travelers, my eyes searched the people in the rear we could barely see coming. My son-in-law’s head would surely poke out above the rest at over six-and-a-half feet tall. I spotted him. “There they are!” I blurted. “Here they come.” My family fanned out along the airport corridor, holding the colorful “Welcome Home” sign the young and the old helped make. Our youngest daughter and her family were finally moving back home after six years of living overseas. Soon, the five…
