Perhaps it's because I've lived away from so many people I love for so many years - but there are few things that give me greater joy than arrivals.
I adore my husband bounding into our apartment - head first, earphones in, looking as pleased to be home as I am to have him.
I adore seeing the friend I'm meeting for coffee turn around the corner and head up my street.
I adore watching the taxi cab slow to a stop; my mum with her colorful reading glasses and pixie cut hair staring out the window.
I adore having the cat make her first appearance of the day the minute I come home.
I adore seeing students fill up the assembly hall not completely sure what to expect.
I adore previews almost as much as I love the movie.
I adore the opener almost as much as I love the headliner.
I adore reading the playbill.
I adore opening the box.
I adore new beginnings.
I adore arrivals.