Someone sent this video to me yesterday, and it started up my emotions and reminiscing of the past. I don't even have a son on a mission right now, but I cried all through this video (below).
I admit it was difficult saying goodbye to each of my sons, at age 19, for 2 years. Yet, I truly did learn that "sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven". They left as boys....and I said goodbye to their childhood (that was the hard part), and they came back as men.
I thought many, many times during all of their missions, that it was the sacrifices of other missionaries (and their families) who in 1955 brought the gospel to my parents. I was only a year old at the time. I have truly been blessed all of my life. It is scary in a way, because "where much is given, much is expected" and I have certainly been given much.
Here are some airport goodbye pictures of my sons, just as they were leaving on their missions. I have no airport pictures of my oldest son Brock because he chose to have his Dad drive him to the Missionary Training Center in Utah, rather than fly. I was thankful Brock chose to have his Dad take him because they were able to spend several days together that week.
Of course, his 3 younger brothers did not have this choice. Little did any of us know that would be the last time Brock would see his father in this life.
I guess I could have used this for Brock's picture, even though this is really McKay.
To me, the expression on my face, and my clenched hands, tells it all.
So don't forget to watch this video!