My missionary

A lot of you probably know that Brother1 left last week to serve a two-year full-time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He is currently in the Missionary Training Center (MTC) here in P-town.

And since we live just down the street from the MTC, my dad and my brother flew out from NC last Monday to stay a few days and pick up a few last-minute items so they didn't have to cart them cross-country.

Brother1 went into the MTC last Wednesday, 8 October. Husband was able to get off work too, so the four of us went for his orientation.

Yes, I cried. But only a bit. And mostly because I'm so proud!

I cry a lot (did you read my last post?). It's something I get from my mother.

But at least I wasn't having a complete emotional breakdown (we did see a couple of those, but Brother2 (age 16) was sad we didn't see anybody pass out).

I don't have any pictures because my camera battery was dead (I didn't realize it until it was too late to charge it). Brother1 has some on his camera, and I told him to email them to me/the family, but I don't have them yet. When I do, I'll post them.

Daddy sent him a letter almost as soon as we got back from dropping him off (I hear that this is a very good thing. Mail is good. And not getting mail for a week is not good.) and I sent him one a couple of days later. My family got their first letter on Saturday, and I got mine today. HURRAY! It was kind of a crappy sort of day, so it made me very happy to find that in my mailbox when I got home. He is so cheerful and upbeat. He sounds like he is learning a lot and having a great experience so far. I just couldn't be prouder of my missionary!