EXCERPT
January 23, 1989
Dear Journal,
I looked out over a carpet of dark-haired Cubans filling the reception area at Miami International Airport. One blonde fuzzy-haired head stood taller than all the rest. We both wore new perms for the occasion. Her hair is longer than mine, but the genetics are obvious. Her eyes were wide, expectant, delft blue, searching and doubtful.
Something darted through her mind, I could see it on her face, then our eyes met and held. Our reciprocal smiles were automatic; the light in her eyes was almost blinding. Her smile started in the region of her heart and just expanded from there. She beamed. With more than fifty feet to go before I could hold her, I noticed that Janet had not come alone.
I finished the journey of 3000 miles and floated into Janet's arms as she did into mine. She felt so good. Holding her for real was amazing; simply magical.
Journal, HOW do I describe this feeling; a coming home, a completeness? Tears fill my eyes and spill. I never cry. WHAT is this reaction? As I held Janet the world around us was in a haze. I singularly focused on my magnificent daughter while resisting the urge to count her fingers and toes. I'd never seen her as an infant and now we meet when she's twenty-one years old. She is perfect. Journal, what do I do NOW?" --Excerpt: HEALING THE HOLE IN A HEART, Page 64