Another son has left for a mission for our church.
To celebrate, we took many photos, spent time together as a family in the temple, took more pictures and tried to just BE together.
One acquaintance with 4 sons often said to me, "That is one reason I could NEVER be a Mormon. I could never let my sons out of my orbit for 2 years-it's barbaric!"
I know how weird it seems.
But look at his face, that body language, that confidence.
He's ready to change the world. Why would I stop him?
This is a nineteen-year old goofball boy who still takes genuine joy in audible flatulence and wants me to scratch his head and back every single day.
I will miss that for a while. (The latter, not the former.)
But I truly, truly wouldn't have him miss this for any amount of back-scratching or keeping him in my orbit.
Take Luck, Elder Nuss. I love you!
|Friends stopping by|
|The boys he grew up with.|
|The last moment in the airport. I waited till he couldn't|
see me to cry.
|With the sibs and his pal from high school|
|He's in the air right now.|