The rain pours down, I'm still there.
Have a migraine that would debilitate an elephant? I'm still there.
Broken leg, horrific flood, snow storms that would impress the Arctic. I'm still there.
I'm there waiting in the cold, waiting in the dark, waiting for hours, waiting alone, waiting in a crowd, waiting hungry, waiting tired, waiting.
And then that door opens, that little bundle of love and smiles charges out of the door, gabbles at a million miles an hour about their day (or not), and I remember why I don't mind waiting. Because those 6 hours are torture without them.