Well one of them...
Jarom is now in the MTC (missionary training center).
I didn't go with Dad to drop him off in Provo.
But I took Tuesday off and spent the say with them, helping him get all his last minute things.
Nothing like a trip to Mr. Mac to make you feel like your baby is all grown up.
There is also nothing like a trip to Mr. Mac to wish you had a man of your own to dress up in a beautiful gray suit. Or that the man who has a beautiful gray suit already, lived just a little closer. ;)
But I digress.
I got to spend the entire day with this handsome young man.
You are jealous.
I know I am only his sister but I just look at the kid and am so stinking proud of him I can hardly handle it.
I swear my mom was possessing my body all day and bringing me right to the bring of tears of joy, pride(the good kind), and a little sadness.
My boss was able to meet Jarom and Dad Wednesday on their way to Provo.
He said I stood over Jarom the entire time like a proud momma.
Well I feel a little bit like one.
It has been two whole day and I miss the kid so stinking much.
I keep looking for him on facebook so we can chat about the day.
I suppose I should write him a letter.