Two long years united again at last
final observation paper

After we watched him walk through the door, we counted every moment till we could join him in St. Lucia.

We got off a small plane that held 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 remember thinking that the stairs where really steep and if I fell it would be painful. I had remembered how it down poured in Florida but some how 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 just as it had when it started.

We got our luggage, I took a picture of my parents then myself to commemorate the trip and pick up of a most beloved brother. Next, we 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 and wide open; we were really hoping that he didn’t forget about the time change and the different airport that we had to switch to. 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 and a skip in my step to tell him all about what he had missed while he was gone, and the problems we in had getting here. Chris walked straight pass me to our crying mother. I felt pushed a side and snuffed. 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, the comment had caught me off guard I was thinking more like along the lines of 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. That comment has been a joke from that day on. We meet the other missionaries and their families lots of hugging went on during this meeting of our new friends.

Our family is not a very touchy feely type of 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 yellow writing saying Sandals resort. Our little party of four boarded the bus. 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. I couldn’t help snapping pictures in the car. It was so green and beautiful. I thought I can never go back to dry plain old Utah. What made all these creations so beautiful is that it was new and I had never seen anything like it before. I had never had the sensation of having a jungle on both sides of the road. Every thing was more brighter, bigger and more 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. Luckily, my hair goes flat and flatter with humidity. Every direction you turn had a gorgeous flower growing all different colors, shapes and smells.

We went to the hotel got our keys. We had two separate houses one for my parents and one for my brother and I. One of our keys was bent and sometimes had problems opening the door. We walked to white looking ginger bread houses painted bright colors; red, green and blue. The inside was bright green walls. Clean with the best view ever palm trees and right between them was the most breath taking blue. The brightest and crispiest blue ocean I have ever seen. I could hear and almost smell the ocean spray from our room. We called President Kennison and my brother was officially released from being a missionary for two faithful long years. After that phone, call my brother pulled off his name tag and through it on the table. I pictured him throwing the name tag but it was in slow motion. We all went swimming in the ocean to start our vacation with my brother reunited at last. I will never forget this vacation I loved every moment and all the people we met, and friends we made.