This is the young man that was returned to me.
He came walking down the hall and I looked at my husband and said "Is that our David?" He was walking so tall and self confident, he was smilling but is that my son?
He must be my son because he called me mom....hugged me so tight he lifted me off the ground (yes....me, can you imagine....one strong son). I just kept staring at him because he sounds like my son but he certainly doesn't look like the young man that left.
He lost around 50 pounds and 50 pounds I felt he did not need to lose...(that is my opinion). Maybe I should go to the West Indies for 2 years come back a new me.
He was starving, he had not eaten all day...stood in a line for 3 hours trying to get on the flight from Miami to Virginia...just didn't have time to eat.
We got home last night at 12:30...in bed by 1:00 a.m.
First on the agenda, glasses, he broke the glasses we sent him with and he is wearing glasses from high school, so glad he took a back up.
Then Joann's oh yes....I am torturing this young man that claims is my son. We will see if he fesses up and tells me what they did with the young man I sent. Oh don't get me wrong, this young man is awesome, more confident, talks more, carries himself with ease...oh yes.....truly awesome...but when I look at him I want to go....David...are you in there....
I have had 2 other sons serve missions but this is the first time I have seen such a drastic change in appearnce and manners. Left a boy, returned a man.
But...."David...David...this is mom, are you in there?"
Good to have him home...can't wait for him to wake up. He asked me to wake him up but there is no way, he is going to rest...and then we will go and play....(spend his dad's money....HA!!)