We tried to keep positioning ourselves closer and closer to where he would come out. There were two other families there welcoming home their missionaries as well. One of the families was that of Elder Boyce Weber from Justin's mission. The other was a missionary that had served in Europe. Their sign said "Welcome home Elder Hairball." I am pretty sure that was a joke and not his real name! I could feel the excitement and the energy from all around. There were signs and balloons. There were excited parents and siblings. There were eyes darting here and there saying, "Is that him? Is that him?" I felt the same way!
The plane landed and the wait began. There were numerous people in suits coming...but none of them was my son. I was standing but not still. Moving back and forth, back and forth. Looking desperately. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that boy of mine.
And then I saw him. And he saw this. People, his people, behind a sign. And he stopped. He didn't know what to do. And I began jumping. Up and down, up and down. Jumping and squealing.
I couldn't keep my feet on the floor. Here he was. Back safe and sound. Back to me.
He had done it. We had done it. He was home.
The cheering and the hugs began. Elder Moore was home!
It was wonderful to have him in my arms again. I loved seeing the brothers together....after almost 4 years. He was surprised at how his little sister was now all grown up.
Justin's other brothers were there too...Adam Lee and Daniel Lym. Now if I could only see them all play basketball together again my life would be complete!
I got just what I wanted...all my kids together...and Elder Moore got what he wanted...well, except for the masseuse!
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