This morning we woke early to bring Warrior to the airport. He looked so handsome in his pin striped suit, and crisp white shirt. I wish he had a name tag. We had procrastinated and procrastinated taking pictures. It's a down fall of mine. This entire year has been a whirl wind for me. First we don't have a job, then we have a job, in three weeks we had to prepare our home for sale, find a home in another state and move our entire family. Once we arrived we jumped in full speed ahead and in less than three months of being here I fell into the Relief Society Presidency and my husband in the Young Men's Presidency. I wouldn't have it any other way but my blogging abilities and abilities to juggle and adjust have been LAME! All of the holidays that we have had here pale in comparison to the memories and traditions of past! I don't see it getting any better either.
The important things were taken care of. I was dry eyed today, which really surprised me. Everyone else were dropping tears by the buckets. It was good that I wasn't a basket case because Mr. Incredible was very emotional. It was hard on him. He was saying good bye to his boy, forever. Because this same boy will return a man and is making his final steps into that passage.
Dash, was so very sad. Warrior has always been his very best friend and the best brother, ever. My heart broke for him. And no matter how hard his heart hurt then, I knew it would hurt even more when he would come home from school. Everyday, Warrior and Dash would play xbox, or shoot their bows, and just hang. It will be a time that they will never have again. Warrior would meet his brother and sisters for lunch during each of their luch hours. He made the best of his time, while he was here. And when his bus arrived to our driveway, today Dash felt the lonliness sink in. Countless times I heard, " I miss Warrior", there is nothing to do, I miss Warrior." I remained silent. There was nothing I could do or say to take that emptiness away. I let him work throught it. I cautioned him, this summer when Warrior came home from school that he shouldn't give up all his new friends. 
Beauty and Sweetheart were sad but consolable. We will miss him because he is such a good brother and son. He very quickly made lasting ties with members in our new ward. He was with them for 4 months and members have been so good to him and gracious. He talked to cousins B and A and his grandma J called bright and early. I love all the people that connected with him and sent their well wishes. 
I feel solemn. Sad but happy. He is where he should be. He is where he wants to be. He is ready. I'm sad because I can only communicate with him via letters and email ONCE a week. I hope there is someone who will be his mama away from home. There is a newbie Elder in our ward. He has been out two weeks today. I'm taking him under my protective wing. I love him! He is from Centerville, UT. His name is Elder and his last name is Ditto. LOL
A small glimpse of what our Father in Heaven must feel. He was sad to see us come to earth but happy because he knew this was our next stage in progression. We had to come to experience life lessons, to gain a body and to be tested. We could communicate to him through prayer and in a short time we would be back with him again. I know the gospel is true. I wouldn't send my son, if I didn't believe it. I know the power of missionary work. I know the power of the spirit that testifies the truthfulness of the gospel if you will only ask with a sincere heart and contrite spirit. I know that the gospel of Jesus Christ is open to all to come unto. Live better, be better. Be more kind, more patient, quick to forgive and slow to anger. It has to start somewhere. Let it start with you. The skies are very indicative of how I am feeling. Cloudy but there is a hope of a brighter more beautiful day. With sadness comes much joy!
BTW, I medicated myself with krispy kreme donuts. It put me in a carb coma and I was comfotably numb. I wonder if Pink Floyd was singing about donuts. I have wonderful friends here. They were worried about me and scheduled a lunch date and then I had many calling and texting to make sure that I was ok. This is the place for me and I'm so happy to be here! I'm so sorry that I hadn't reached out to my other friends who already had son's serve missions. I didn't know. But, I do now for all my "younger" friends with perspected missionaries in the near future.
We chose not to fly with him to SLC, family have met him and took him to his favorite place to eat and then watched him enter his new home for the next few weeks. ***update after the 8th*** It has been four days and I have not heard from Elder Solomon. I'm about to go insane! It is so unfair, that as a mother I was there for his first breath of life, his first words, his first steps, his first scrapes, his first day of school, graduation, college, all of his major firsts! You get the picture! I just want to know how his first day at the MTC is. There is so much anxiety built within that my chest is tight. I anxiously await to hear word. I'm thinking about writing the First Presidency concerning this matter. It's quite cruel if you ask me, but um... don't ask.
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