Last time, when we left you, a certain airplane from Amsterdam was on its way westward.
Soon after posting a commemorative graphic the family, as presently constituted, made its way up to the Salt Lake City airport. Terminal 2, it said. Accordingly ...
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| She'll be comin' right through here! |
We were somewhat early, given that if you're not early you're late. Also, what else were we going to do, or think about, or be? We set ourselves to savouring, and counting down the minutes.
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| Millin' |
Update!
We're making our way over now. Featuring, as always, Miss Lucy Rose Miller. Plus, her conspicuously luminous mother.
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| One of last night's signs! |
Four sisters, plus a little sister (then plus Matt, who isn't little at all):
Time's a ticking, a little bit. As you recall, she'll be comin' right through here:
We get in place. How often does this happen in a young person's life, or the lives of her family members? Exciting!
Still very exciting! Kinda taking a long time! Better take some pictures of Lucy ...
Actually, what's going on? Now we're getting frayed around the edges ...
... and even a little bit uncertain.
We will now turn the time over to Mum, who wrote about it all to Spencer:
"Sarah successfully made it home even though we were at the wrong terminal to meet her. The arrival screen told us to go to terminal 2. We waited an hour for Sarah to come out. There was Caitlin, Lucy, Drew, Claire, Matt, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa, Janice and Brooke. We had a fathead of Sarah and a couple of signs. She kept not coming and we were getting a little worried, then grandma sighted her pushing a luggage cart coming from the opposite direction, down by the baggage carousels. There were lots of other missionaries arriving that day, and a lot of people waiting for them. But they were all coming from Florida. Sarah had come in the international terminal since it's a direct flight from Amsterdam. Why we didn't figure that out I don't know. We felt bad not being there for her but the airport employee had fun bringing her to us, from the other end. We had our own little reunion with her away from all the crowds of the people ...
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| " ... It was nice." |
