The curbside bit is totally new -- and I guess it's better for everyone all around. It was fun to meet the missionaries that were leaving in three days for Korea, and I know they'll do great. It was hard to hug my son goodbye and hurry into the car to leave. I did fine till we got out of the car to go eat and then the tears started threatening.
It's crazy how hard it is after they are gone. It's not like he hasn't been gone before, so I guess perhaps it's the whole idea that he's gone for a longer period of time and I can't just call him when I want. I don't know. But anyway, he's off, and he's doing what we always dreamed he would. sigh.
Life is good. ;)
