Two long years united again at last

Since the moment we watched my brother walk through the door and we walked out of other door, we counted every year, month, week, hour, second till we would be with him in St. Lucia.

We got off a small plane holding no more than 50 people. The plane wasn’t connected to the building like at most airports. We walked down the stairs as it started to down poor. I had remembered how it downed poured in Florida but somewhere this one was more intense. Instead of rain, it was like standing under a waterfall. Having the sensation of feeling the force pushing on you drenching every spot of your clothes and having your hair drip as it does when it sprinkles in Utah.

We ran to the building, once inside we had to wait forever in a line to be allowed to go on the other side of the wall where my brother was. Knowing that there was just one wall in between us was torture. It was like handing some one a big glass of ice water that is locked in the desert, that is a hundred degrees having been stranded there for three days without water. Waiting in line, I noticed there was a bright red bird next to the window trying to stay out of the rain singing its own little tune. The rain instantly stopped as it had when it started.

We got our luggage and went to meet up with my brother. Walking outside was heaven the smell of fresh rain the warmth of the sun. We my parents and I had your eyes wide open looking for Chris. We searched with our eyes pilled; we were really hoping that he didn’t forget about the time change and the different airport. Chris spotted us right off, and he walked to us. His smile was from ear to ear as where the rest of ours. He had a brisk walk moving people aside.

I walked faster with excitement to tell him all about what he had missed while he was gone, and he walked straight pass me to our crying mother. Giving her a hug then our Dad got a hug. Finally, my turn first thing that comes out of his mouth was jen you’ve gotten bigger. Using hand motions to represent height and fatness. I didn’t quite know what to say to that comment had caught me off guarded I was thinking more like jen you look so much older not tall and fat. Thanks Bud was all I felt should be said and I gave him a hug. We meet the other missionaries and their families lots of hugging went on during this meeting of friends.

Our family is not very touchy feely type family. Watching my dad give several strangers hugs was very entertaining. We said our good bye’s and loaded on to what appeared to be like a smaller version of a bus but extremely low to the ground. This bus slash car was a dark green with fancy writing saying Sandals resort. Our little party of four boarded along with three more people in it including our driver. I sat in the back with two people who I didn’t know, while my brother sat on this extra looking pull out chair next to our mom. Dad sat in the front of the car with the driver. I don’t think that this car has ever gone over thirty miles an hour and if it did, it probably wasn’t meant to. The car ride was about an hour. Listening to my brother tell about experiences and looking at the most beautiful trees, flowers, sky and birds. It was so green and beautiful. I thought I can never go back to dry plain old Utah. What mad all these creations so beautiful is that it was new and I had never seen anything like it. Every thing was more bright and alive there.

Stepping out of the slightly air conditioned car was nice stretching and thankful to no longer be sticking to my chair. The temperature is always around eighties ninties and one hundred percent humidity. Every direction you turn had a gorgeous flower growing all different colors, shapes and smells. We went to the hotel got our keys and walked to white looking ginger bread houses painted bright colors; Clean and with the best view ever palm trees and right between them was the most breath taking blue. The brightest and crispiest blue I have ever seen. We called President Kennison and my brother officially released from being a missionary. After that phone call my brother took of his name tag and we went swimming in the ocean to start our vacation.