Not My Homecoming... Yet

So my sister has been in New York/Washington D.C. all week with the high school. Last night we picked her up at the airport. While we were waiting we noticed about four different parties waiting for missionaries!! I was like, freaking out. I've never seen a live missionary homecoming before. Well as we were standing there, I recognized the last name of one of the missionaries coming home, and it triggered in my head!! Then I saw my cute friend Camille, who is his lovely girlfriend, and I just got excited! Hahaha that I actually knew someone! Well, my sister came down the escalators, and we patiently watched with the other families for the missionaries. My mother stayed to witness it with me! I'm so grateful that she's so understanding and patient with me when it comes to missionaries and the whole waiting game. Anyway, then the moment came, the cameras were ready, signs all held up, and the cheering start. Down the escalator came six missionaries. I started cheering and clapping with everyone else, even though I didn't know one single missionary. Well, we anxiously watched as all the mother's ran to their sons and it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen, and that is what caused the crying.. I watched as my strong friend Camille stood back and let his family greet him. She just kept taking pictures, smiling and being strong. I can't even imagine what she was going through emotionally!! Then I started bawling like a baby, because I couldn't believe I was witnessing it, and that after 2 whole years, my friend was standing in the presence of her missionary.. he finally walked over to her and shook her hand, and they took a picture of it, and I turned to my mom and said, "oh cute!! They're "holding hands!" and she just laughed!

I felt really dumb, crying as much as I did. The crying then turned into an overwhelming feeling of excitement, and thinking about what it'll be like to be my turn... to see my sweetheart come down those escalators and have accomplished what he promised the Lord he'd do.. I miss him so much, and last night was the first time in a really long time that I've cried over anything missionary related. My mom just hugged me and comforted me as I was feeling mixed emotions over me crying about missionaries I didn't even know, and then my own! Hahaha :) It was such a crazy experience, but I'm so lucky I got to witness something so special, and amazing!! :)

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