Missionary Homecomings....

I went to the airport to pick up my mom today and was surprised to find a number of families anxiously awaiting the return of their missionaries. One family didn't seem quite right to have a missionary and I soon realized that they were actually waiting for a serviceman to come home. The serviceman came home first and it was so amazing to see his wife run to him....his kids had been asking their mom every 10 seconds when their dad would be there and she kept telling them 10 minutes as if that would stop them from asking again. The youngest daughter wouldn't let the dad hold her which was a little sad but so true of most young kids with dad's at war. That was when the tears started....not a full on cry put I had tears....it was somewhat embarrassing. Then out of the floodgates came the missionaries. The first person to hug every single on of the missionaries was their mother. Almost simultaneously the mothers started to cry as their suns came out from behind security. Once again I had to hold myself together....it was truly a beautiful sight...