Two years

One of the evenings of our family vacation, I drove back toward home to be at the airport when 

my nephew arrived home from his mission. It was such an honor to be there to see him as he

returned from serving in the same place my parents have been serving for the past three years.

There is nothing like a missionary returning home, to see his family, after being gone for

two whole years. I can't even imagine how it will feel when that missionary is one of mine.

 Here he is just starting down the hall. He sure looks like he is staring straight at me,

but I was hiding behind some other families, so that he would see his family first.

I think he was smiling at the excitement of the other missionary parents.

And his first glance at his family.

Living away from Utah for so many years was not a huge deal to us most days. 

It was just how it was. But on nights like this past Thursday, I remembered 

how grateful I am to be here for these big family moments. What a blessing.