Reese Returns! We Cry.

Two years is a very long time to go without seeing someone, but everyone else had it easier because they weren’t waiting for Reese to come home. Other people are fine or whatever; but they’re not Reese, so their families should just be patient and wait. Anyway.

Waiting at the airport was surreal. Because of that sweet airport energy, standing there (in what I have dubbed the Spine Emporium–anyone who’s been to the SLC Airport knows what I mean) felt kind of like another dream. It wasn’t real, you know? Not really. I had even managed to convince myself that I wouldn’t cry when I saw him, just because I’m not really a crier, you feel? Oh, past Anna. You fool.

When he came through those big doors, it was incredible because never has loving someone felt more like an allergic reaction. All of the sudden my face was a waterfall and all of my senses had been reduced to a blurry tunnel vision of REESE REESE REESE REESE REESE REESE REESE REESE REESE REESE while I leapt over an airport bench in the family’s most impressive display of athletics since two seconds prior when Henry had hopped the barrier altogether.

There he was! A real boy, digital Pinocchio no longer. Following the best hug of my life, the ride home was then spent in further disbelief that this was really Reese and he was really sitting next to me in the car. The way I would describe it is that the atoms of the side of my body closest to his were fizzing, and at any moment I might have become radioactive.

We got home–June had to take a second to remember whether or not she knew him–and then everyone was finally back where they belonged.

I never understood when people would be like “oh, I bet you’re so excited he’s gone! Finally get some space to yourself, huh?” and I would externally respond like “oh no, I really like him actually!” and mentally I’d go I WILL MELLT YOU WITH MY EYES NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN YOU SHRIVELED WALKING CARDBOARD TUBE.

Reese is a great brother. Always has been. With the exception of that time he was fourteen, convinced me he knew how to execute a perfect stage slap, and instead whipped me across the face with all of his newfound man strength, stunning us both and giving me something to lord over him for life. (How could you, Reese!?) I’m so happy to have him home.

People who don’t like their siblings are missing out. Like a lot. I don’t know where I’d be without mine, but I think it would suck pretty bad.

Welcome home, Reese! never do that again.