March 10, 2010 seemed like such a long way off on December 2, 2009 when Bryan opened his mission call. But suddenly we woke up this morning and it was time to take him to the MTC.
Needless to say it has been an emotional couple of days at our house. It seems like such a contradiction that you can feel so happy and so sad at the same time. The only time I've felt this way was when we've prepared for and then delivered a young man to the Missionary Training Center. I've had the immense blessing to do this four times. When my little brother, Mark, was called to the Kobe, Japan mission we went to Arizona for his farewell and then brought him back to Utah with us to do a little suit shopping at Mr. Mac before taking him to the MTC. 10 years later we were able to take our oldest son, Kevin, as he prepared to leave for Taejon, South Korea. A few years after that we had the pleasure of taking Kelly Ahern (now our beloved son-in-law) to the MTC before he served in Montevideo, Uruguay. Today we left Bryan, our youngest son, at the curb with four very capable Elders who helped him down the sidewalk with all his luggage.
Tonight there is an intense prayer in my heart that he already loves his companion, that he likes the food they serve, that he has a comfortable bed, that he isn't homesick and that the spirit is strong in his heart so he wakes up tomorrow ready to learn Hungarian and to be a fabulous missionary.