Do you ever have the feeling like something is missing? But you didn't even know it was missing until you had it again? Today I had that feeling. Today, my not-so-little-brother came home from serving a 2 year LDS mission to Fortaleza Brasil. I've missed my brother, but didn't know how much until I saw him at the airport.
Early this morning--yeah I was up at 0700 today, no wonder my body hates me--I raced up to the airport to pick up Kevin. His plane had decided to come in 30 minutes early. Two other families were there anxiously awaiting the return of their missionaries. After what felt like a long time, 3 black suits descended the escalator. I didn't even recognize Kevin at first, to be honest with you. What happened to my little brother? Mom was the first to hug him and the tears popped up. I got my hug in and then listened to him go into shock and say "oh fetch" as Kristi and Kalli tackled him. They might have grown a bit while he was gone. Man is it good to have him home!! We spent the rest of the day eating, talking, napping, and unpacking. Kevin brought home some beautiful things from Brasil. He still walks and talks like a missionary. We chatted with Amber, Weston, and Catherine--thank goodness for technology. Mark and Heather came over for a chocolate dipping session. The rest of us sat back as Mark and Kevin threw insults at each other in Portuguese and tackled each other to the floor. Somehow everything felt right again. Kevin is home. Man I can't wait until December when everyone will be together!!






















































