The day was finally here that my boy would be back home with us. I had been counting down how many sleeps for weeks. He had a very long flight, close to 24 hours. He flew to Hawaii, San Francisco, then Calgary. The weather was terrible that day, so bad that Grandpa Rosenvall could not drive up from Cardston because of bad roads. We had plenty of friends, aunts, uncles, cousins, and bishops join us to welcome him home. He was very tired and overwhelmed when he came through the gates. I was the first one to get to hug him and it was wonderful. You could tell it was something new for him to receive hugs from all the ladies and he wasn't very comfortable with that, he preferred to shake everyone's hand in true missionary style. He loosened up after a couple hours and we had a great weekend together as a family where he could share with us in more detail all the great experiences he had serving the Lord in Micronesia Guam.
As a mother, I can not adequately put into words the feelings of seeing a son return home from honorably serving a mission. Dan had a difficult start in life with an uncertain future. I remember always praying that he would be able to grow up and be well enough to serve a mission. And that he did...and he did it very well. I love you to the moon and back Dan! You are my hero and I look up to you in so many ways. Thank you for setting such a great example for Emily, Scott, your Dad and I.
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