Later that night, Tyler met his new sister who joined the family the previous year while he was gone. For the first time ever, I had my entire family together = mom happiness.
His grandma and grandpa missed him too.
And Tyler brought back some sweet, hand embroidered ties!
And then, this self assured, happy young man came striding down the hallway…
It had been a while, but we thought he looked like someone we used to know…
Yep! It’s him!
I lost my footing! I love the sweet face of the lady enjoying the moment:)
And for just a brief moment, the world stopped. I still tear up when I see this picture.
His dad very patiently waited his turn.
Not everyone got such a warm welcome… Male missionaries are not allowed to hug women other than their immediate relative. Since Tyler had not been “released” from missionary service yet [after he meets with the local church leader, which he did later that day], he was obedient to the end and did not hug his “other mother” until he was released. It was a huge sacrifice. She’s a hugger.
Side Note: This was absolutely the most un-white shirt I had ever seen. In fact, it wasn’t even his shirt, because his were worse and didn’t come home from Peru. Two years of constant wear in the jungle is tough on white shirts. We decided this one had given it’s all and was given a reverent burial.
What does a California boy do first thing? That’s right. In-N-Out for a Neapolitan shake and a double double.
It’s been a couple of months since Tyler returned home…
Here’s what we did the night before:
Note how scientific we are with the tape measure and stuff. Also, note the large size. Very impressive, don’t you think? We were not going to be outdone again! Fortunately, these guys showed up to add detail and color:
I mean, seriously, look at that detail and color!
Here it is IN the airport!!! We’re so excited!!!
Waiting…
Chad at his “first alert” post…
(Of course, he didn’t actually end up coming down that escalator…)
