Friday (June 12th) we congregated at the airport for his arrival. Unfortunately for me, Scott's plane arrived 15 minutes early, and I was running late - my stomach decided to "act up" just as we were getting ready to leave, as it does every now and then since having my RNY surgery. (Thankfully, the more time that passes, the fewer and further in between that this happens.) What a bummer with the timing, though, because we missed him coming down the escalator to greet everyone, along with all of those incredible emotions that come along with such an event. I had stayed up really late the night before, making some fun posters to greet him with at the airport. So... we re-enacted the big event and took some pictures anyway - they turned out pretty funny! (Notice Scott behind my Uncle Lorin!) I just love my family :)
The next event on Saturday was a 5K run for Breast Cancer. I didn't know about it soon enough to register, so I decided to go along and cheer everyone else on, along with my Aunt Shelley. What she didn't know is that my Uncle Matt had t-shirts made for everyone on the "Miller Team" in honor of her 3-time victory over this devastating disease. She actually just finished her last radiation treatment (for the 3rd time) the week before Scott came home. Being there brought back such amazing memories of my brothers' Half Ironman, and I wanted to be there to support this cause. Next time, I will be the one participating as well...
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