Tuesday was a long day. It began well enough. We hurried through the airport at 6:30 a.m. and walked within inches past President Henry B. Eyring. I try not to be a sign seeker, but I’ll admit I thought it was an auspicious sign that we were on the right path. Atleast toward the right corridor to our airplane.
All three of our flights were delayed, which meant lots of running through airport corridors with kids and backpacks in tow. The flights were fairly peaceful, with Pinky Stinky crying eight times, Miss M. crying four times, bathroom breaks galore and nary a wink of sleep to be had by Mom. The Hubs left his cellphone on a plane in Korea and The Draper Kid upchucked in the hallway, fresh off the flight from Incheon to Shanghai. Which put us from first to last of a line of 200 people in Immigration. Whispers of “lao wai” (foreigner) and comments regarding our many children could be heard around us.
And then, at the end of a very long day, stood a good friend, waiting for us.
The Hubs has known Pu for 20 years. They served in Hong Kong together. I’ve known Pu and his wife for 15 years. They walked me through the Bountiful Temple Open House, which sparked a desire in me for a spiritual conversion. Later, Pu and I attended a study abroad program to Nanjing. And…he introduced me to my husband. Pu and his wife are like family to us. So, imagine, at the end of a long and trying day, this good friend standing there, smiling at us.
Shanghai is going to be wonderful.