Well, we made it through sending a son out on a mission! I was not as emotional as I had expected to be. We went to Provo a little early and said our goodbyes in the parking lot of the Provo temple, then dropped him of curb-side at the MTC.
Being by the MTC brought back a lot of memories for me. I was a teacher there, for about a year, while I was going to BYU. I loved the spirit there. I thrilled to hear hundreds of young voices singing "Called to Serve," and meaning it with all their hearts. I wished I could go with Andre; not because I was a worried, concerned Mom who didn't want her little boy out of her sight, but because I wanted to go on a mission too! I remember the joy that is like no other. I remember boldly testifying of things I know to be true, and seeing the light of truth ignite in someone else's eyes. I remember seeing lives change and miracles happen. I remember living a life dedicated to God and focused on living right and being close to the Spirit. I love my life now, but some day I want to be a missionary again. And next time, I will be able to choose my companion!
