This was a day that will not be forgotten.
At 1PM Jefferson entered the MTC and we won't see him for two years.
My feelings are as mixed as the weather. We woke up and it had rained during the night, but the sun was shining. Then at 11:00 it began pouring rain. However, at 12:00 the sun came out and was glistening off the pools left in the driveway. It shone as we dropped him off, but later this evening, the clouds let loose again. That's how I feel - I want to bawl my eyes out from the thought of not being able to talk to him or see him for that long, but I am overjoyed with what he is doing and the preparation he has made his whole life to be spiritually ready for this time.
This day has deep meaning for me otherwise. It was 8 years ago this very day and approximately the middle of the day that I was in a hospital delivering our baby boy who went straight back to heaven. I tend to get a little psycho this time ever year as the "birthday" comes around.
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