The days that drag by the most slowly for me are the days waiting and anticipating a letter from our missionary children. Even though we barely saw them, it seemed like the longest time ever before we got that first letter from the MTC. When Chris flew out to Mexico, it was close to six weeks before we heard anything from him because his mail went through the pouch mail system of the Church. It was an anxious time. I was always grateful for mission presidents and their wives who quickly wrote, emailed, or even one time called us to say that our missionary arrived safely. I was so grateful. And although I have driven through Provo three times since dropping Kaitlin off at the MTC and have looked up at the spire of the temple and knew she was living right below it, we haven't received a letter yet and it makes me ANXIOUS.
In this day and age of instant communication through cell phones and texting, I knew it would be a big adjustment for Kaitlin to leave it behind as she began her mission. I just didn't realize I would have such a hard adjustment of not being able to call or text her. Can't wait for that first letter!
The last look as Kaitlin enters the MTC escorted by her missionary greeters
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