It's All Happening

"It happened exactly as you might imagine. We landed in southern Utah first, since the majority of the Triple Deuce lives there, and then re-boarded and flew the 45 minutes up to Salt Lake City. The feeling was spectacular, but the butterflies in my stomach were unstoppable. As we landed and taxied over to where the crowd was, two fire engines created a water arch and sprayed the plane. I was the second person off the plane. There were cheers and laughter. The sun was in my eyes as I smiled and waved. There was a military welcoming party, and after that a 20 foot space of open area. I was scanning the crowd, which still hadn’t broken up from a solid line of people and color and banners, and suddenly two kids broke from the crowd, and I knelt down to their level and scooped them up in my arms. It is the only thing to do. It was one of my finest moments."
Wordsmith at War

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