Homecoming...

So, in case you didn't know, for the last year or so, I was deployed with the National Guard in the Horn of Africa.  Yeah, Africa.  If you could see my face, you 'd see some eye-rolling along with some pursed lips.  Oh, silly Africa, you wacky continent, you.

Anyway, I think I'll leave vomiting details about Africa for another day.  What I am more interested in talking about is that now I'm home!  And what a homecoming!  We were three Guard guys returning home and we got quite the welcome at the airport.  I have a soft spot for biker gangs, now, particularly the patriotic ones who wait at airports to greet the troops.  Thanks to you, you made my reunion with friends and family very special.

Here are some photos (catch them all, and video, too, here):

Bikers!

Saying hi to Mamma and baby Henry!

The Sweetie™ and wee, stoned Henry!

What a relief to be home.  My heart leapt at seeing my Sweetie™ and baby Henry.  She looked so great, and he looked SO big.  We hugged and kissed and kissed and hugged.  It's hard describing the feeling you get when you reunite with the ones you love.  But it's a mix of relief, joy, peace, and excitement all rolled together.  It was great, and I'm so blessed to be home, to be with my wife and son, and I'm praying anxiously so all our troops can come home safely, and soon.

Thanks to the Goodings who came from Ephraim, to Jen and Parker Kerns, to Amy and Eric Huntsman, to Aunt Lyndi and Uncle Mark, and to all my boys with Counterdrug for being there.  I love you all!