Corbin was not scheduled to enter the MTC until the afternoon, so we had time to spend with Grandma and Grandpa before departing to Provo. We stopped to get a lock for Corbin's bike in a Walmart, and as we were checking out, a woman approached us and asked if Corbin was going to the MTC. He was already dressed in his suit. When he said yes, she eagerly gave him $20 and told him to buy something fun for himself. It was such a sweet gesture, and I think it shocked Corbin a little bit. I think serving in a mission in Utah, it is likely he will have many experiences like this one. He will also encounter people who don't feel as warm and fuzzy about missionaries. People will usually have an opinion about missionaries one way or the other. This will be a blessing and a challenge. I know Corbin is up for it!
We drove down to Provo, and we actually stopped at the mission office so we could drop off Corbin's bike there. We met some of the office missionaries and found out there were 17 missionaries scheduled to arrive in the MTC that day.
We made our way to the Provo temple grounds for the obligatory pictures before the actual drop-off. It is not any easier the second time around! This time as we drove into the MTC, we were directed to the underground parking. We followed the line of the well-oiled machine. We got out his luggage, said our last words of encouragement and expressed our love.
And then he was off.
Oh the tears. The heartbreak. The joy. Almost more than I can take.
Godspeed, Elder Martin! I love you!
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