Across their tiny chests, pink glitter letters spelled out, « DADDY’S HOME. »
I tied three balloons to their stroller.
One for me and one for each of our girls.
At the airport, I tracked his final connecting flight on my phone.
The little airplane crossed the screen.
Then the board changed.
« LANDED. »
People rushed toward the doors.
A boy ran into his father’s arms.
A woman dropped her flowers to embrace her husband.