The Velcro at the door

The Velcro at the Door
I read a phrase today that struck me deeply. The Velcro at the door. This means nothing to 99% of the people on my Facebook. It means everything to 1%. It means he’s (she’s) home. It means there’s no more danger and the vest can come off. It means that the day’s burdens are being shed, that I can stop holding my breath. It means I’m about to find out what things my loved one has seen and heard and endured through yet another shift. It’s a sound that most of you will never hear but it’s the most beautiful sound I know.
Susan Burrell Bourque

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