The Best Two Years

Missionary: Someone who leaves their family for two years so that others can be with theirs for Eternity.

It's official.
He's gone.
My twin walked into the MTC at approximately 12:45 today.
He looked so confident and happy that I couldn't help but be excited for him.
But shoot, I'm going to miss him.

It just feels so surreal.
Where did all the time go?
It feels like just yesterday we were eating in our high chair,
and riding the teeter-totter,
and playing with Bionicles,
and peeing on the sidewalk while our mom tried to potty train us,
and going to the zoo,
and riding two-wheeler bikes for the first time,
and playing in the sandbox,
and jumping on the trampoline,
and taking crazy pictures,
and dressing up for Halloween,
and surviving our awkward stages,
and going to stake dances,
and learning how to drive,
and going on our first dates,
and fighting over having the radio on in our car,
and staying up late to play just one more card game,
and hanging out in the New York City subway while on vacation,
and laughing at the dinner table because of how crazy our siblings are,
and making funny videos,
and playing or singing music together,
and graduating from high school.

Two years is a long time.
It'll be 2015 when he comes home.
Who knows what the world will be like in that time.
Who knows what I'll be like or what I'll be doing in that time.
All I know is that Michael is doing the right thing by serving this mission.
I know he will be blessed, the people of Taiwan will be blessed, and our family will be blessed.
I am so eternally grateful for that.

Good luck, Elder Boyd.
See ya in two. ♥ 

 

♥ Bekah