It has been a bitter sweet day. The bitter is that my buddy for the last few months is gone. The sweet is that my buddy for the last few months is on his mission. First let me say that the new curbside service at the MTC is way better than watching church commercials getting all teary eyed and then leaving. This was simple, exact and to the point. He was very happy and I know glad to get gone.
I will miss our fishing trips, watching him play with Peter, the guitar and banjo playing, cooking for someone who loves to eat, being his companion and listening to him teach the discussions, his very happy attitude all the time, and his easy going ways.
I will not miss: towels on the floor, shoes spread from the front yard to the back yard and everywhere in between, worrying about where he is tonight, listening to really old country music on the radio, and the “trail” of belongings throughout the house.
The misses win over the no misses, but really I am glad to be a missionary mom again, it really is a great job!
And here is the picture of our very giant missionary (he looked huge when I dropped him off today)
He is huge. No one will mess with him. You won’t have to worry about that.
I’ll miss him too. He taught me how to fish.