Leaving for the airport my stomach was full of butterflies. Reggie was due home in just 1 hour. His flight was on time and our family gathered at the security gate for a huge 'welcome home' pep rally. After pacing back and forth for what seemed like an endless 30 minutes, we spotted his plane slowly approaching the dock. As the passengers began to pour into the terminal our eyes strained to see past the security gates trying to spot our tall, handsome clean-cut son among the crowd. "I see him," "we see him," "there he is," "Is that him?" we all shouted out at once. And then ... YES ... there he was. He gave us his famous Reggie grin and ducked his head as he approached into hearing distance. I rushed past the security guards--surely they wouldn't stop a mom, would they?--and wrapped my arms around one of the most precious blessings in my life, my son, Elder Riley. One only had to look at his countenance to know that he had, indeed, "returned with honor." The future days and weeks will be hard for him, no doubt, but one thing I've learned is that our Heavenly Father honors his missionaries. Welcome home Reg ... returning home with honor will serve you well the rest of your life.
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