Being a father I have had many occasions to be a proud
father. This is one of them times; the
whole family was excited for the plane to land at the Alamosa air-port. You see Trevor was coming home off his
mission. It had been two years since we
had seen him. Yes we had received
pictures but that’s not the same. I
wanted to give him a big old hug and tell him how much I loved him and missed
him.
I bet Trevor was excited but curious also; you see when he
left we were living in Parachute. While
he was gone we moved to the Valley. We
told him all about it but I could only imagine his thoughts.
We arrived at the air-port a few minutes early none of us could
wait. I could feel the excitement in the
air. I knew the boys and Pretty Girl
were just as excited to see him as I was.
Being the dad I knew I would need to let them all go first when he arrived. Well it was getting closer we heard the plane
coming in for a landing; I am not sure I have ever been this excited
before. We could see it taxing up to
where they got off. Then the passengers
started coming into where we were but no Trevor, I mean Elder Stubbs. I can’t remember if he was the last but he defiantly
wasn’t the first. As he walked in I
could not hold the tears back; tears of joy.
The boys all ran up to him and were hugging him and talking with
him. I thought I would never get my
turn. Pretty Girls turn came up and she
let me go ahead of her. I know it
probably was not the right thing but you can bet she did not have to ask
twice. I gave him a big old hug and
probably got his suit wet from them tears of joy. I finally let Pretty Girl in to give him his hugs.
We all talked and hugged for a bit while we were looking for
his luggage. Yes can you believe it they
lost his luggage. I was not overly
concerned about the luggage I was just glad to have him home. We loaded up and headed for home. I got to tell you the ride home was anything
but quite but I did not mind I was in heaven listening to the boys telling
Trevor all about what he missed.
Occasionally he would get a word in edge wise.
As we arrived home we piled in the house. While
the boys showed Trevor around Pretty Girl and I set the table for dinner. Pretty Girl had made a nice dinner a beef
roast, mashed potatoes and gravy and beans and bacon. We finally were all sitting around the table
and I bet you can’t guess who I asked to say the blessing. Dinner seemed to take a while I think there
was more talking than eating. I had made
a big chocolate cake for desert. We
talked for a long time. I finally told
Trevor I needed to go to bed. So we had
family prayer; you guessed it I asked Trevor to say it. I gave him another big old hug along with the
other boys and told them all good night and headed for bed. I did not get much sleep that night the boys
stayed up way late but I did not care. I
just enjoyed every minute of them talking and laughing.
I can’t explain the joy I felt that night I guess being a
father, when you hear your family having such a good time it just brings a special
joy to your heart. The only thing that
would have made it better is if Tyler and his family could have been
there. I thank Heavenly Father often for
these kinds of memories. I bet he enjoys
them as much as I do. I am sure there are many more to come.
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