I'm Goin' Home

I'm goin' home . . . to a place where I belong.

Chris took me to the airport early this morning and put me on a plane for

 home so that I could attend Courtney's high school graduation.  I received
permission to go home and take part in this once in a lifetime celebration
by writing an email to the general authority over us.  It meant a great
 deal to me to be a part of this very special event in Courtney's life.
And let's face it, she needs her Mother by her side, especially if
Dad can't be there.

I hate to fly, it is probably one of my least favorite things to do,

and this would be my very first time flying alone.  The flights

were not bad, pretty uneventful.  So to make up for that, I

was delayed in Minneapolis for several hours.   They boarded

our plane right on time, then before we could taxi out,

they came on the PA system and told us there was a technical

problem with the plane and we would not be able to take off.

They made us all get off the plane, half the people that had 

connections were sent down the hallway to see if they could

get on another flight.  As for the rest of us, they moved us across

the hall to another gate and told us they were working on getting

another plane.  I thought to myself, yeah right, they just have

planes sitting around.  I thought there is no way I am going to

make it home in time to go to dinner with my family.  I had Bart

set up a dinner with Mom and my siblings, because I felt so bad

that I had missed out on Mom's 80th birthday.  So Bart arranged

everything and made reservations at Maddox.  So I sat stranded 

in Minnesota, don't ya know, missing my Maddox dinner.

But I guess they actually do have extra planes sitting around in the hangers.  

And sure enough within an hour, they pulled up another plane to our gate, 

got the flight crew on and started boarding the passengers again.

Believe it or not, we were on our way to Salt Lake City.

I had some really nice conversations with people going home to 

Utah, it is so nice to be amongst people that know what I'm all about.

Brad and Heather were to pick me up at the airport, I landed, rushed to

get my luggage and called them to pull up and get me.  Reservations

were at 7:00, it was almost 6:00, there was no way I was going to make

Perry in under 60 minutes.  But with Brad's safe but speedy driving,

they delivered me just in time, they hadn't even been called to their table 

yet.  I had a very nice reunion and dinner with Mom, she was almost

surprised, she said she had a feeling, Bart and Penny and Robert and Teresa.

It's nice to be home and amongst family again.

*Some thoughts about how I was feeling when I flew over the mountains

of Utah.  When I first saw the mountains and realized where we were,

I was thrilled, when I started spotting the meeting houses, one in every 

neighborhood, I cried.  After dinner was over and we were driving back to

North Ogden, I had a really strong feeling and impression of,

"I want to go back, I can do this, I can go back to Canada and finish".