It has been my hope and prayer, pretty much every single day since that Dr. appointment, that I would one day be the mother of a missionary.
I've heard the stories from other Missionary Moms about the trauma of leaving your son at the MTC, in Provo Utah and walking away from him for 2 years.
Well, this week I did just that.
As the last week approached, I realized I needed to squeeze in a few more "teaching moments".
One was the dreaded....
"This is how you clean a refrigerator.
Please don't be a slob".
(I know it was on the list......it was major procrastination on my part)
and try to teach his beautiful, LARGE, clumsy, freckle-y, nail bitten fingers how to thread a tiny needle and THEN tie a knot in the thread. I kept thinking....I should get the camera. But it just didn't feel like a "blogging moment".
I attempted to cram years of yielding a needle, into 30 minutes.
I am so overwhelmed with love for my Heavenly Father and for my son and that he would leave the comfort of all he knows
and spend all of his money to share the gospel of Jesus Christ with others. Our family is beyond grateful for this experience and opportunity to support him.
If you live in the Ventura California area and see a tall, handsome, lumbering, young man, please tell him his mother loves him and ask if he needs any buttons sewed on.
I would truly appreciate it.