I had been looking forward to last week for some time now and it did not disappoint. I went to Salt Lake for the whole week to see my brother come home from his mission in Mexico.
I left on Monday around 6, planning to get to Salt Lake at midnight. I called my mom from Scipio stuck in a huge blizzard to tell her that I was going to spend the night in Provo, and was probably not going to get there until 1 or so because of the storm. Driving in snow generally doesn't freak me out too bad, but this was the worst blizzard I have ever driven in. The road became so bumpy that I had to pull over, only to discover that I had a flat tire! I called Dallin bawling (he was still in Henderson because he couldn't miss school). I knew that a number of people would come pick me up if I asked them, but I was so far away and in a blizzard... and it was midnight. So, I changed my tire myself... sobbing the whole time... in a blizzard... at midnight... while pregnant.
Yes, pregnant. I love saying that. I debated making this public, but most people know already anyways... and I think all of about 2 people read this blog, so I think I am safe. We found out on March 1st at one in the morning. I did not sleep a wink that night because I was too giddy. I still can't believe it sometimes. I am currently 9 weeks along and sick most of the time, but I am too excited to mind much.
My little brother came home from his mission on Wednesday. His flight ended up being 3 hours late, and then he got lost in the airport! We eventually found him though, and it was a sweet reunion. He is the same Max, which I am grateful for (just with a little Mexican accent). It is so fun to have him home.
During his first 2 days home, Max went snowboarding, golfing, bowling and to the festival of colors. He is not even skipping a beat. I loved being there for a whole week with my family. Dallin met me in SLC on Friday so that he could be there for the homecoming. He locked himself in a room all day long on Saturday to study for his tests coming up. He is a trooper.
Max's homecoming was awesome. He spoke about prophets and did a great job. I can't believe that my little brother is a returned missionary.
We loved our time in Salt Lake with my family.