NORMAN — The sad thing about having a house full of company is that, eventually, they all think they have to go home.
I have a personal rule that I’ll pick you up from the airport, but I hate to drop you off so you can go home. It’s usually because I’ll stand at the airport terminal you are leaving from and cry, beg you to stay a little longer and then just cry some more as you walk away.
Unfortunately, a couple of weeks ago, I had to do the dreaded dropoff. What’s even worse about family who has to get on an airplane to come see you is that they always want to take that first flight out.
I hope it’s because they want to get an early start on their day of travel and it has no reflection on the time they’ve spent at my house.
Not being a morning person, anyway, and someone who hates to be in traffic, I was a bit on edge while making my way to Will Rogers to drop off my brother and his family.
As we were backing out of the driveway, I informed my passengers — in a very unhostess like way — because of the heavy traffic, there would be no conversing with the driver on the way to the airport. There would be no conversing with anyone, actually.
From here, I guided the soon-to-be departed to simply put their hands in their laps and look straight ahead. I said I wasn’t much of a morning person.
Once we safely arrived to the airport and I dried my sweaty palms and wiped down the soaked steering wheel, I realized what was really going on here. They all were leaving.
This visit, like them all, just went too fast. My niece, now 13, is taller than me. My brother, in my humble opinion, is too skinny. And my sister-in-law and I just didn’t have enough time to talk about jobs and life in general.