I had a dream this morning that we dropped lil Matt off at the MTC (ok so he isn't very "lil" anymore). I didn't cry and it felt so real and so normal. When I woke up, I had to think for a minute whether he was still at school with me. I got up and went to the bathroom. I laid back down in bed and I almost cried. It just really dawned on me that in as little as two and a half months my only sibling will be off on a mission, serving the Lord. I'm going to miss him so much. We aren't like best friends or anything but I know that I can go to him and we can talk. He was my only sense of sanity when our parents are driving me crazy. I love him and therefore, I am very excited for him. He will make a great missionary and I know that he will grow a lot in his testimony, as a servant of the Lord and as a man.
It also made me think about Bruce. He won't be leaving for another two years (about when Matt gets home, Bruce will leave). I was really upset about this at first. I wanted him to leave and come back as soon as possible. But I think deep down, I'm grateful for the next two years. I will still have him while Matt is gone and vice versa. And we will also get more time together to see where things might go. It'll be way nice.
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