As I walked through the airport, I had no idea what to expect. I had seen pictures and videos of her, even spoke to her on the phone, but for some reason, I couldn’t picture her at the exact moment. Maybe it was my nerves or my excitement. Regardless, I was at a loss for what to look for or expect to see. Strolling through the terminal, I texted her to let her know I had landed and was making my way to the pick up area. With each woman I passed, my anxiety grew. Would I accidentally walk by her and not even realize? Would I mess this up before it had a chance to even begin? Finally, I made my way to the passenger pick up area, and I saw her. I knew in an instant.