In order to properly greet our dear cousin, brother, and friend...
We all carefully hid ourselves around the glass corner of the greeting area and sent this cowboy out to meet him. :)
Greg did a fabulous job of keeping a straight face. We figured since he's grow about a foot and has become so well built in the last two years, Justin would have a hard time recognizing him. Adorned with grandpa's cowboy hat and sunglasses- suit and tie and welcoming sign he stands out in front of two other anxious crowds awaiting the return of their missionaries.
(My mom at this point was about to burst at the seams from all the excitement!)
And here's our boy!
A whopping 6', 170-175 lbs, short bristle haircut, adorned in a classic black European suit, carrying a heavy laden black backpack, and wearing a huge smile...
I just laughed at how he greeted Greg; first with a distant hand shake, then a huge hug. :)
Turns out he had a few problems with his tickets.... somehow there wasn't any travel reservations for him? But the Lord put him through on every plane he was supposed to be on, arrived exactly on schedule! Wow.


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