The Tip Toe Traveler

I drive you back from the airport, in cold and snow and the little girl is already asleep behind her imaginary wheel. At every stop sign I make sure the doors are locked, windows are up, and this being in the middle of nowhere rings fears. 

But you stand there outside the airport, all cheerful and light, calling me yours with laughter and tears and your reason to live. Yes, for those simple sweet reasons, I am ready to drive in the cold night, through the snow and pick you up before your fingers tip toe to call.