I didn't grow up military, but I grew up in a military town, and my husband's father was a helicopter pilot in the navy. In fact, there is a photo of my father-in-law seeing my husband for the very first time at almost 3 months old; my father-in-law is in his flight suit standing on the tarmac reaching out for his son. The photo is small and grainy and rather poorly lit: it's one of my favorites. There something about coming home that brings out the best in all of us, makes us want to kiss longer and hold on tighter and delight in those we love. This family below is seeing each other for the first time in seven months and I had the privilege of capturing those memories for them. When I say it is a privilege to photograph a military homecoming I'm not just throwing words around, love on a flight line is a palpable thing and a joy to be privy to. I've yet to make it through one without tears in my eyes, regardless of the fact that most of these people I am photographing I have only met just an hour or two before. Thank you Kaila and Kyle for trusting me, and welcome home Kyle. Thank you for all that you give up for the rest of us, and all you are willing to do.