Early this morning, when everything was dark, Christian, Ollie, and I
drove Elder Gigs to the airport to say goodbye as he heads to the
Provo MTC, where he will stay for 8 weeks,
learning the Slovak language and culture before
leaving for good in October.
I was so sad.
I was also so sick.
It was a terrible combination.
But Gigs was so brave, carrying his purple luggage behind him,
off to do his duty.
I was so proud of him.
He's been planning and preparing for this day ALL HIS LIFE.
These next two years will shape and mold him.
He'll grow into a man and be spiritually strong.
On the way home, I threw up.
Later in the day, my mom sent me a few photos of when
she and my dad picked him up from the airport in Salt Lake City.
They took him to lunch before dropping him off for good.
I cried all day thinking about him.
Thinking about when we stayed up way too late the night before
packing up his clothes and room.
I lay on his bed with my throw-up sack
trying my best to help and give direction.
Then I cried, thinking about his green cup he kept on top of the fridge
where he was the only one tall enough to reach it.
And I cried when I saw his Simpsons flips under the dinner table.
I'm keeping the cup up there until he gets home.
