He Arrived

My mom called me last night to inform me that my brother's plane was landing and, due to a serious lack of communication, no one was at the airport to greet him. She was hurrying on her way and wanted to know if i wanted to go up and see him since I'd probably arrive before her. I live an hour from the airport but drove as fast as I could through a driving rainstorm to get there and found my brother upbeat, cheerful, and very happy to finally see a familiar face.

I arrived home late and tired, but it was really nice to see him again after two years.

Welcome home, brother. I look forward to catching up with you this weekend.