I'm super sad. I have lost my camera. The last time I used it was on New Year's Eve and I set it down somewhere and can't for the life of me remember where. I have nearly 400 pictures on it. I'm devastated to say the least. I hope I find it before my little missionary departs. He leaves February 11. We're all set. He has just about everything he needs. This is such an exciting time for our "familia" (spanish for family) :D He received his endowments earlier this month and has enjoyed going to the temple frequently. I am trying to be the "Strong Mom". I know there will be plenty of tears flowing from my eyeballs pretty soon, but if I don't think about it then I'm fine. When people ask me about it, I'm still fine I don't even get teary eyed. I've busied my thoughts with things concerning his farewell like, "Will there be enough food", "Where on earth will we seat everyone in our humble little abode" "What if no one is able to come to his farewell" "Will the weather be nice??" "Please Heavenly Father, let the weather be nice on that day" and so on...... I try really hard however, not to let my mind wander to negative thoughts and worries, so I won't share them. They're just normal "OVERLY" concerned Mom worries. I really admire all my dear friends that have sent off their missionaries. Their words of encouragement mean so much to me. I feel like a crummy friend for not being more sensitive to what they must have been going through when they sent them out, now it's my turn, and I hope to be strong and faithful and positive. It's just so wonderful that these young men make this decision on their own to go abroad to teach the Gospel and share their testimonies of the truthfulness of it. I know we will all be blessed abundantly.
WOW!!! only 16 more days. I remember when he opened his mission call it seemed like forever away and now he leaves in just 2 weeks. Very exciting. I pray that I'll find my camera soon.