airport run

My ride to the airport was pretty uneventful. I was thankful for the signs with the airplane pictures on them with an arrow- showing me what way to go. I forgot to remember that I didn't really know how to get there until I was trying to get there. But I found it. I parked in the parking structure and went in. I could see on the arrival's list that his plane had landed and now I was on the look-out.
I went as far as I could towards the gate but, in front of me was a huge DO NOT ENTER sign - so I didn't go any further. I waited for a while. Then, I saw some passengers coming my way and I asked a nice looking man if he came from Denver. He said his flight was from Atlanta. Atlanta? Was I in the wrong spot? I checked the sign again and the Atlanta flight landed 20 minutes after the Denver flight - so maybe I had missed the one who I was waiting for. I went down to the baggage claim area and looked and even went outside and walked to see if he had his stuff and was already waiting out there. (If he only had a cell phone.......) No luck. So I went back upstairs and was walking back towards the gate and low and behold I saw him coming my way.
It wasn't the slow motion greeting that all of us girls long for..... dropping everything on the ground and start running toward the one we love. Once in a tight embrace - a little twirl in the air with the girls feet wrapped around the strong man holding her up. I got the one armed hug and a kiss from a scratchy 6 day old beard. Oh well. He was home and I was glad about that.
So we went downstairs to get the luggage. I lead the way since I was just down there. We talked a bit about experience of the week while we waited for his bags, and then we turned for the door to head to the car.

That is when the dreaded question came - "Where did you park"?

Where did I park? I didn't remember exactly what the # said on the pole near the car but I knew it was a red pole and that I had gone up a few levels in the parking structure before I pulled into the perfect parking spot. At that point - Mr. Happy-to-be-home turned into Mr. I-can't-believe-you-can't-remember-where-you-parked. I tried the "I was too excited to come see you" line - but that didn't get me very far. I knew I knew where the car was and that I could lead him to it in a matter of a few minutes but that was not the answer that he wanted. Next time I will remember to tuck a pen in my pocket and jot down the exact location . Maybe I'll bring a black sharpie marker and write it on my forehead. That will save him some frustration and not steal away a little of my joy.
Besides that, my honey was home and we both agreed that we make a better team when we are together than when we are apart.