This picture (which my lovely bride pointed out and which I lifted from Thunder Run) about brought tears to my eyes.
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5 comments:
How very romantic!
I love that photo! Thanks for sharing!
I cried. That is just an amazing photo. It preserves the privacy and identity, yet lets us see the joy. Ah, to be lifted up like that---in a big, fat smooch. wow
the Christian song came to mind when I first saw it, too: You (the Lord) lift me up...
This brings a tear to my eyes. That was me...almost 20 years ago...Florida...welcoming home HH.
Thank you for that.
What a wonderful picture!
Whenever I see families waiting at port for a ship to come in from deployment, I get choked up.
Homecomings are so wonderful.
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