When I have grown a foot or two… Well Matt has grown a foot or two and served an honorable mission to Naga, Philippines. We took a few pictures to document the wait at the airport. I was pretty antsy waiting for him to come out of the terminal door, just imagine how Lanette was feeling. We arrived at the airport early but to our dismay the flight had just arrived and had to go through customs. We waited an hour watching the lovely tv, counting the people and making up game. Steven kept us laughing as he was making noises as if the next person on the screen was Matt. Our hearts would jump when men in black suits would appear on the screen… they were just the pilots. When Matt finally appeared on the screen we all jumped up and Jim yelled, “M-A-T-T!!!” I got the camera ready to record the happy reunion. It was quite sweet as you can see. The other people in the international terminal were a little confused, especially when Jim yelled but we had a great time! Thanks Matt for being such a great example! We are all glad you’re home, now go and find yourself a wife!!
The video has now become available…
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7 replies on “I Hope they call me on a mission…”
What a beautiful moment when a mother greets her son from an honorable two year mission. I was grateful that I was able to witness the much anticipated arrival of your return which brought tears to my eyes. Thank you to Liz for capturing the moment so that those of us who could not be there, could be part of such a joyous event. I want to share with a cute story about what happend at Sunday dinner, one of the younger kids (I don’t remember which one it was) was giving the dinner prayer when the standard “Please bless Matt in the Philippeans….” I just started to chuckle because it was such a habit for them to say. I guess I forgot to tell them that you were already home.
Well, to all of you Hopkins Boyz, thank you for being such GREAT examples to your younger cousinz. We love all of you and are excitied to see all of you, especially Matt, real soon.
Things are right again. I think it speaks volumes about how much they care for you Matt. They show up an hour early to see you. I was sitting in the baggage claim for 20-30 minutes wondering if they had forgotten me. Don’t mistake this blog for a bitter ranting. Just a reminder for Matthew of what is expected of you. Have fun and remember who you are. Oh and I would like you to refer to your missionary guidebook at this point where it mentions when you have finished traveling to your new area that you should immediately seek out your new companion. So hopefully that is what you are doing. Looking for a companion. Lord knows I didn’t.
I did hear about your arrival back home from your mission, Doug. It seems as though you are a stronger person because if that! You may not have started right away to find your companion, but you are definitely making steps in the right direction. Just go for it! I’ll be waiting for my ice cream on Thursday, lucky for you Baskin Robbins has $1 scoops!!
I now see that I will never live down the horrible mistakes I have made with Doug. Just a couple of highlights, missing bacalauette for Rachels wedding. Having the wrong flight information so speeding to the San Francisco Airport while biting my nails off wondering if we would be able to find Doug but yes being late, not there when he came off the plane. I will go to my grave and into eternity regretting these and any future mess ups that will go unforgiven by my offspring.
I join dad whose siblings only remember his taunting and beating them. The martyrs life is tragic!
One or the other child will always feel they are not loved as much as the other and I have no idea how to remedy this situation. To quote our beloved grandma Hopkins (who quoted her scottish grandmother) “Sacrifice my life for ya and what thanks do I get!”
I remain happy and determined to enjoy every second with my family even though Steven and Johnny carry on the fighting legacy….. It’s all worth it to see a fine missionary son (whether at the gate, 30 minutes late, or after an hour wait) return with the glow of service safe and sound.
Truly I do love you all the same – well maybe I love Liz a little more….just kidding….
I think we should mention as disaster highlights the fact that you killed me during the process of birth. While I must admit I have forgot and forgiven of the incident I can’t help but bring it up…as long as we are on the topic. I am never one to hold a grudge so let us all move on. “If there be anything virtuous lovely or of good report or praiseworthy we seek after these things.” I excuse me now I must go chop wood for my renting of the air matress that I am sleeping in for the weekend. It’s a hard knock life.
I believe a nice family hug would be appropriate right now! Let’s see the love. You guys are entertaining. Anyway back to the main theme of this blog topic, welcome back matt! You look great. Thanks Liz for immortalizing the moment on video. What a great memory. The Cincinnati Hopkins all wish we could be there.
Now back to Doug. We got the 411 on the “besa” caper. We out east here don’t believe it happened and that it is nothing but a left wing conspiracy to make Romney look bad. Afterall, who would really believe that Doug would kiss a girl? Allie is trying to convince us claiming she has front row seats to the relationship. She also claims that if it wasn’t for her Doug will still be smooching that Barbie doll he has hidden under his pillow! If it is true, I will be coming to collect on my ice cream and I will take your girlfriend out to dinner for taking one for the team.
Finally, as one of those siblings , any good experiences were blotted out by the torment. I am still in therapy.
Take care family. We love you!
I am kind of embarassed right now because I have spent the past 5 minutes reading this blog and laughing out loud in the middle of the David O McKay Library. Thank you Uncle Jim.