Three

This is how Braeden takes selfies now.  Weirdo.

He's back!

It was a less dramatic welcome home than most missionaries get.  Adam and the kids were in the airport Starbucks and I went up the stairs and stood by the sign that said you have to go downstairs to wait for passengers.

Don't tell me how to live my life Salt Lake airport.  That handsome kid striding toward me with a big smile is my boy!

He scooped me into his arms and then he said, "You're not crying."  And it's true, I wasn't.  I was just happy.  (You can ask any of my people though, I have cried plenty.)

He had many delays and it took several tries and rescheduled flights but it finally worked.  I've got my three kids back together. 

Three is my favorite number. 

He has a doctor appointment today.  We'll start the process of trying to figure out when/if he will be able to go back to his mission.

In the meantime, we are enjoying the kid.  Braeden is everything to everyone.  It feels like a party when he is home.  He even had Emma talking.  Before school. 

That never happens.