Entering MTC

Every mother I know that has dropped a missionary off at the
Missionary Training Center

has told me this day would be bitter/sweet.

They are so true!

I feel very depressed, but there is no other place I would have rather dropped 

Blue off at.

 This morning Blue's Grandma Julie made us breakfast.

Troy, Blue, Grandma Julie and I met my mother at the Povo temple.
There in the temple was Kendal King, one of Blue's Malad friends who has
already entered the MTC. They were excited to see each other, I think it helped Blue
to see a familiar face, it did me I almost started crying.

 There is a special spirit about this temple, the temple next to the MTC where there

are always groups of missionaries coming and going.

The missionaries were so happy and would often wave.

There were several other families around the temple taking family photos with their

missionary who were soon to be leaving.

 We took pictures, but Blue was being his Eeyore self and wouldn't let me take any

more than was necessary.

I think that was the hardest part, I couldn't tell what Blue was thinking or feeling.

He was very quiet and I am sure he was nervous and wanted everyone to leave

him alone.

Entering the MTC was exciting. People everywhere directing us where to go and

Missionaries everywhere, smiling and waving and eager to greet the new

missionaries. We were directed to a slot on the curb running along

in front of the building, where 2 missionaries were waiting for our arrival.

Vehicles were pulling up while others were driving away.

We pulled Blue's two pieces of luggage out onto the curb, Troy shook his

hand, Grandma Julie hugged him and then I did.

 THAT is when I cried, "I love you" and a kiss on the cheek.

 I wanted to hold him longer......"I love you too"

He was pulled into the crowd of missionaries being directed to the

entrance of the MTC and we pulled away with tears in our eyes.

It was so fast.

I could only identify Blue from the rest of the missionaries by
his red luggage.