Welcome to Idaho

Goodbye Arizona.

What a time that was… and in the moment it was not fun.

We had to leave our three year mission 10 days early because PB was having symptoms that the Dr said was assuredly COVID. 

So in less than 24 hours of that news, we packed up our stuff that would fit in our two cars and headed out. The rest of our stuff the movers would bring weeks later, and we left the ATM in a confused, panicked mode. 

No official good-byes to our missionaries, no last thank you’s to give, just– leave ASAP.

Eventually, we made it home, driving all the way with a sick PB.

 

 

When we arrived home, our Idaho married children and grandchildren were waiting outside with signs,  smiles, and cheers…that was wonderful. 

However, there were the NO hugs, NO embraces, only a distant hello and far away waves.

That was heart breaking. Not what we had ever anticipated.

 

THEN, our long awaited reunion was abruptly ended as they got in their cars and left.

Slowly and tiredly, we went into the house to quarantine.

Welcome home.