
We dropped Dave off at the MTC about 1:00. I was not prepared for what an awesome experience today would be. After brunch at one of our family's traditional places, we left a little early for Provo and spent a few minutes across the street from the MTC taking pictures, talking, and watching other missionaries. When we drove to the MTC, I saw masses of 19-year-old boys in suits and missionary name tags. I felt a joy I can't explain! What an incredible army of worthy young men! I was not prepared for what I felt. I had been warned that I'd feel like I had my heart torn out and stomped upon--but I didn't. I felt so much love for my son and joy in the gospel of Jesus Christ and the opportunity Dave has to be part of such a beautiful, powerful army of God.
I'm going to miss Dave incredibly,(as you know!) but tonight I feel JOY. I think Heavenly Father has sustained me. To watch him walk away (and not look back) pulling his suitcase, with an elder that met him at the curb pulling his other one, is a sight I will never forget.He was so ready to just be on his way.












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