My entire family made the trip to the airport for the occasion, including an electronic version of my sister. Thanks to the airports free WIFI, Skype, and Corbin's fancy laptop we were able to channel Missouri and include my sister through cyber space.
Our family shares a unique quality that is even more obvious when we are all together in public places such as the airport. We have the pleasure of being taller than the majority of the population. Strangers tend to find this characteristic intimidating, terrifying, and by in large peculiar. So when we find ourselves in such places as the airport where we are surrounded by the regularly sized majority, it is quite comical to see the wave of reaction we evoke. You would have thought we were an alien race, which stereotype we didn't really help by talking to and laughing with a computer screen. However, the circle of isolation in which we found ourselves did not dampen our spirits in welcoming home our final alien who could not wipe the smile off his face.
This was the first time Tyrel met Alex. Wanting to make a good first impression, she dragged his balloons and candy all over the airport floor before handing it over to him. They hit it off instantly.
Temple Square, what homecoming would be the same without a trip here. Alex loved the giant Sheshu (Jesus).
Uncle Tyrel did awesome on his homecoming address. I never thought such wise words could come out of the mouth of someone who believes there is an art to making Kool-Aid. Missions are awesome!
And Alex learned that Grandpas are awesome. When no one else was willing to take her outside, Grandpa would rise to the occasion. He taught her how to pet a cat (no ear or tail pulling aloud), and helped her chase the cat down when she did those things anyway. They pet the horses, played with the dirt in the garden and learned to drive the truck. She'll grow up to be a cowgirl yet.
We had such a large group, we held the luncheon at the High School cafeteria. I was comforted to know that the weekly lunch menu had not changed, however, they were much more insistent about only having ONE MILK!!!!!! This must have been a big problem because there were about seven signs each stating the same point distributed throughout the lunch line. The penalty for taking more than one was actually death, which I thought was a bit much. The number of signs was only surpassed by the number of "got milk" posters encouraging kids to drink more milk. It's Fillmore.
Alex and daddy went on a tour of the high school when they grew weary of mom's chatting at the luncheon. They found a mean eagle, a nice eagle, and the newly refurbished tennis courts. Nice. Millard High. Way to represent.
