So my parents got home from their mission last week. They came home Wednesday night about 9:30pm. It was so awesome to see them. We didn't spend much time at the airport (they'd been traveling for almost 24 hours). Mainly just a hug and that's it.
But it's so wonderful to know that we are all in the same state and can call each other and not have to worry about different time zones. It's great.
Don't they look so wonderful. Mom had just dropped her name tag and Dad was helping her put it back on.
Here are the grandkids the night before Mom and Dad left. They are all so cute and little.
And here they are the night Mom and Dad got home. The shirts say "All Finnished" (a little pun on them going to Finland). Two of these kids had never met them before in their lives and two more were less than a year old when they left (less than 6 months in fact). It's so fun to see them all interact with their grandparents.
Welcome home Mom and Dad. We love you and we've missed you. But we are so grateful for the sacrifices you have made these last three years.