goodbye to laynie bo
goodbye to travis shelby abbie kannon
laynie and madden
goodbye to troy tawna hunter
karson and jensyn
tuesday night he was set apart as a full time missionary. tate then said goodbye to both set of grandparents and his bishop.
Wednesday morning came and tate was very emotional as it came time to leave. this house that he had always called home had always been a safe haven for him no matter what was happening in his world was soon to become a memory. he struggled leaving his room for the last time not knowing if it would ever be the same. i promised not to touch it!
then it was time for his dad to give him a father's blessing before we left. his dad gave him a wonderful and peaceful blessing that all would be well for him. during the blessing without coaxing or prompting his dog koda went over and jumped into tate's lap and buried her face in his lap.
on the way to the mtc we were met by tyson dani and the girls...he sure loves this little family and those two little girls have his heart. after tears and hugs and more tears and a final goodbye we set off again. of course i sat in the back with my sunglasses on trying to be a big girl...tate decided or maybe it was greg that tate needed one more donut before he left so we pulled over to get one. we then headed further down the road to get some lunch. we ate at zuppas which i am sure was delicious but none of had much of an appetite...all of our stomachs were rumbling
the next stop was the provo temple to take a few pictures.
it was a beautiful day and we enjoyed our last few moments together... it was time to take him to the mtc. I am not sure what i was expecting because it has changed from the time i dropped off tyson. i remember trying to be so brave as we went in with tyson and watched the movie and sang the songs. i felt like i was doing an amazing job until tyson reached over during the last song and grabbed my hand...i held that hand... the same one that used to fit into mine and was now being swallowed by my grown son...oh how i didn't want to let go. this time with tate the new procedure is to drop the new missionaries off at the curb where they are met by other missionaries. we pulled up and my heart was beating out of my chest and the tears were falling down my face. tate hugged his dad and then gave me my last hug from him for two years. instead of me comforting him he whispered to me...mom i am okay i will be fine...i couldn't even talk other then to say that i loved him...and goodbye...
***from now on updates will be taken from tate's letters home***