The Airport

Dear Future Missionary Parents,

The airport is brutal.

The only people at the airport who were not crying were the missionaries who were dropped off from the MTC. They probably already had their moments to sob.

Jackson was most worried that his bags would be overweight.

One of them was.

I could see the frustration in his eyes when the gentleman told him.

There was literally nothing that could come out of that bag.

The second bag was a pound over already.

Rand asked the gentleman how much the fee was. $100.

Rand paid it.

He is SO good to these boys.

He, Colton and Jackson then stuffed that suitcase down and got it closed.

Papa, Nana, Ryan, Rand and the boys and I were at the airport.

This mama held it together until watching Jackson say farewell to his brothers.

That was brutal.

Brutal.

Then, he got in line and off he went to his new adventure.

Receiving an email that night from him, saying that he was safe and sound was the greatest gift.

I was able to breathe and eat after that.

According to his email on Tuesday night, he thinks Thursdays are his P Day.

So, I am looking forward to an email today!!

A sweet friend sent this picture to me yesterday.

I need it framed in my home.

And my office.

And my car.

And everywhere.

This picture brings me peace beyond words.

Peace has been a constant the last few day.

Once Jackson was set apart, I felt the legions of angels that were promised to us in Jackson's blessing.

So grateful.