Monday, October 6, 2014
And so it begins...
How does one prepare to say goodbye to their firstborn son leaving the house for the first time? And not just leaving the house to go to scout camp for a week or off to college but leaving the house for two whole years with minimal contact with them once you drop them off at the curb of the MTC? I’ve known for over four months that this day was coming yet that bit of information didn’t take the sting out of walking into the family room and seeing these suitcases all spread out over the floor or suit jackets, dress shirts and ties hanging off the banister waiting for their turn to be neatly tucked in for their ride to the MTC.
So grateful that Will has been fortunate to have such a great group of friends who have always been so supportive of all that's he done and most grateful for these two great young men that came to see him off. Will, Tim, Jacob and Nate (missing from photo due to the fact he is serving his own mission in Chile) have been the best of friends for so many years and have spent countless hours hanging out in our home. I couldn't have chosen any better for him.
There is no book or manual that could’ve prepared me for the heartache I felt as I watched him walk away with suitcase in hand. There was no last minute look over the shoulder to say that last non-verbal goodbye. Just me staring as I watched the distance between us get bigger and bigger.
Many tears were shed on that day :(