From: Christopher Merrill Walker [cmwalker@myldsmail.net]
Sent: Monday, November 21, 2011 3:43 AM
To: Aaron Cox; G & G Walker; Julie Oyler; Julie Oyler Home; Merrill Walker; Shannan Walker
Subject: THE LAST MISSIONARY KID NEWSLETTER
HOMEWARD BOUND
In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red,
When the summer's ceased its gleaming, when the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning, I'll be homeward bound in time.
Bind me not to the pasture. Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
If you find it's me you're missing, if you're hoping I'll return,
To your thought I'll soon be list'ning; in the road I'll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end,
And the path I'll be retracing when I'm homeward bound again.
Bind me not to the pasture. Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing, I'll be homeward bound again.
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PS Remember that I love you
TTFN LOVE ELDER WALKER
This is the email that I read yesterday from my brother Chris. As many of you know, he left to serve a mission in Europe two years ago. He has been serving all over Belgium and France. He has worked hard, laughed lots, grown taller, and learned the most he ever has in two years. He has sent emails, cards and called, but today he has returned home and we couldn't be any happier to have him back with us.
The last few weeks at my house have been cleaning weeks. We have washed walls, carpets, clothes, cabinets, book shelves, beds, bathrooms, blinds, and everything else there was to wash in every room in the house. And let me tell you, the house is clean. We knew we would have a busy week and wanted to make sure we were prepared.
Today started with getting up and making posters to take to the airport. I kept having markers die on me, but in the end we got them complete. We also hung up a banner and balloons outside and were grateful that it was a sunny day. We cleaned last minute things, got ready for the day, checked flight details, and then were on our way to the airport. His plan was coming in at 2:00 and we wanted to be sure to be there.
We loaded up in the car with our posters and balloons and were on our way. Upon arriving at the airport we parked and went in to the baggage claim area. We quickly found the escalators where we knew he would come down and worked on staking out our area. There were families already around the bottom waiting for their missionaries to come. They soon came and we watched as they reunited knowing that it would soon be us. After the other families moved we closed in to stake out our spot. Our family members were arriving and we were all getting excited. We were taking photos and goofing off while we waited for his flight to arrive.
My dad then had the thought they we might be in the wrong place. We were in Terminal 2, but he realized that Chris was coming from Paris, France and that was an international flight. He went and talked to the guy at the information desk and we learned that we were in the wrong place. We quickly gathered our belongings and headed over to the international terminal, which was in the next building over. We all gathered over there and proceeded to take more photo's and wait for him to arrive. We were debating where the passengers came out of and noticed that his flight had landed.
We then staked out our ground and waited for him to walk around the gate. We soon realized that it could be awhile before he came out because he had to go and get his luggage before he could. So we continued to wait. And wait. And wait some more while we also continued to congratulate others on arriving in Utah (we all had to do something while we waited with anticipation). And then we we thought he would never come out, A guy hollered that he could see the missionaries and that they were coming. One mom saw her boy and started jumping and ran forward to meet him. And then, my mom started to jump and run forward to see her own son who had walked out behind him.
Of course, after that there was a lot of running and jumping and most of all hugging. Running up and hugging my brother was one of the greatest things. It was so good to see him and to be able to put my arms around him and know that he was home. I think we ended up scaring Chris though with all of us that were there coming forward to hug him because he was shaking the whole time. Once the hugging was finished we took some more photo's and then proceed to leave the airport and to take him home.
The whole ride in the car he kept saying how big everything is here in America and how small things are in France. It was fun to see his face and watch his reaction as we pulled into the driveway and he walked into the house. He just kept looking around. We all gathered together in the basement and ate and talked. We listened to funny stories and even watched a couple of his videos. But most of all, we were just together until he head to go meet with the stake president to get released.
Once he got home he cleaned out his bags, hung up his ties, and changed his clothes. Then we sat again and talked some more and looked at the stuff he brought home until he decided that after being up for 26 hours that he was ready to go to bed. So we said goodnight and told him to sleep in and that we would see him in the morning.
All in all, it was a great day! A day full of joy and love. A day where I got to see my brother, who I am so proud of and love, come home. A day I wont soon forget.
My brother . . . as studly as ever






























