Just because I sniffle and boohoo a little bit nearly every day as I say humble prayers for my young elder, and just because I stand wistfully at his bedroom door looking in, and just because I refuse to pack away his yellow sneakers and his red sneakers that lay about our mudroom, don't think that I'm freaking out! I've got things under control. At least, as far as Christian knows. Poor Dave, though. All I've got to say is that he is one patient man. And, johnny-on-the-spot with a Kleenex.
*Well, looky there! We're at exactly 1 month, 7 days and counting . . .
4 comments:
Not many of us know we are doing EXACTLY what the Lord wants us to be doing! Lucky Christian! and Lucky Mom to have such a good boy!!
love ya!
liz
Maybe you can get involved in something that makes you feel like you're "helping" him while he's gone. Start lining up potential daughters-in-law, and I promise you'll feel closer by the minute! :) Nothing like bragging about your son to complete strangers to make you feel good!
Did I tell you that Coco sent a box home of things she no longer needed on her mission. In the box were some scarves. I pulled them out and THEY SMELLED LIKE HER! I had to find a chair! And a tissue! That was a tough one!
Deon, you are the cutest darn thing EVER! I miss his ketchup and mustard shoes oh so much! When he decided to go "wild" he would wear one of each! TOO CUTE! I miss my dearest best friend.
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