The line "Here's my heart Lord take and seal it" from Come Thou Font of Every Blessing has been playing in my mind over and over again for the past couple of weeks. Sending a child on a mission is a whole new level of consecration I have never understood until I have been on the parental side.
Turns out being a return missionary myself doesn't make it any easier when it's time to say goodbye. Sending your own child off feels so unique and individual that you forget thousands of parents have done this before you and thousands will do it after me. When it's your own child it feels so sacred, so personal and so hard. We are so happy and excited for him but today was REALLY hard!
He's been using my old mission scriptures for home MTC. This morning he came upstairs and asked if he could take them with him. When you save stuff you always hope that somehow they'll be used to help your posterity. I loved those scriptures. Though I had no idea just 21 years later these scriptures would go right back to Buenos Aires.
All the kids before we headed out.
Everyone was pretty emotional the whole way to Provo. We went to chickfila for his last meal and saw several other missionaries getting ready to head into the MTC.
This will about rip your heart out. Seeing him teary and sad was the hardest part!
This was it - we're so dang proud of that kid!
We all cried most of the way home from the MTC. I took this photo as proof that Mallie and Lucy did indeed cry even though they told Bug they probably wouldn't and that he shouldn't be offended about it.
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