September 7, 2011
I can't believe that this day has come and gone so very quickly.
At times it seemed as if it would never come.
I think part of me didn't want it to ever come.
Obviously because I didn't want Winston to be gone for 2 whole years.
But of course a bigger part of me did because it's what he is supposed to be doing.
And I know that there is nothing better for him to do now than to serve the Lord these next 2 years.
Here's how our day went.
Oh gosh, this might be hard to write, but I am sure I will look back and want to remember every detail.
So if you don't want to cry I suggest you skip this post!
We woke up, it was a long night for some in the family.
My poor mom slept on the ground right next to his bed.
I don't think she slept much.
We were supposed to drop him off at the MTC at 12:55 pm.
So we finished up last minute packing and just talked.
We said a family prayer before leaving.
Which I don't remember at all because the tears were flowing at this point.
We stopped at Wal-mart so he could grab a few last minute things and then headed to McDonalds to grab a quick lunch.
Haha our last lunch was at Mcdonalds.
But it was close and quick.
Plus those smoothies are pretty good.
The whole family was squished into the excursion minus Michael who was at school.
I think everyone took turns having their moments of tears.
And we spent a lot of time talking to Winston about how he was feeling.
Obviously he didn't quite know what to think.
A lot of excitement and of course nervousness.
I'm sure he could hardly believe this day had come.
We drove to the Provo temple and got out to take a few last photos.
Again, we all had our moments.
For me it was a constant battle to hold back the thousands and thousands of tears that just wanted to come out.
It was nearly impossible to even look at him with out crying.
One of the hard things for me was to see him with Olivia and know that for 2 years she would have no idea who he was.
And I want her to know who he is because since the second she was born he has loved her more that I thought he would. (I honestly didn't think a 18 year old boy would take such an interest in a baby girl.)
Oh the emotions of me.
I've gotta get control.
I'm not going to lie, it might be a while.
So every one of course wanted their last minute pictures with him.
And then the time came.
Most of the family decided to not say goodbye yet and wait for the quick drop off.
We figured ripping the bandaid off quickly would be better than slowly pulling it off.
We pulled into the MTC and were guided to the curb side where we quickly all got out.
We were greeted by a "veteran" (fellow missionary who had probably been in a week haha,
who helped us take out his luggage.
We all stood in a circle as Winston went around giving everyone a quick hug.
Everyone was bawling.
Except Winston and Michael.
You could tell he was holding back tears and trying to be so strong.
I think this made it a tad bit easier on my parents.
And then he walked off.
We all sat there watching him walk all the way up the sidewalk and into the doors.
Okay is this torture or what.
Seriously there is no sugar coating this.
It was awful.
Especially when he would turn and look back along the way.
Oh my gosh it was horrible.
Now to the positive.
Hmmm.
I'm sure we'd be bawling harder if he wasn't going!
There ya go.
Deep down somewhere I am so very happy for Winston and would not have it any other way.
He will be so amazing and I can't wait watch him grow and see how other people's lives are blessed because of this sacrifice.
Let the countdown begin!
We're off to the MTC!
I can't believe that this day has come and gone so very quickly.
At times it seemed as if it would never come.
I think part of me didn't want it to ever come.
Obviously because I didn't want Winston to be gone for 2 whole years.
But of course a bigger part of me did because it's what he is supposed to be doing.
And I know that there is nothing better for him to do now than to serve the Lord these next 2 years.
Here's how our day went.
Oh gosh, this might be hard to write, but I am sure I will look back and want to remember every detail.
So if you don't want to cry I suggest you skip this post!
We woke up, it was a long night for some in the family.
My poor mom slept on the ground right next to his bed.
I don't think she slept much.
We were supposed to drop him off at the MTC at 12:55 pm.
So we finished up last minute packing and just talked.
We said a family prayer before leaving.
Which I don't remember at all because the tears were flowing at this point.
We stopped at Wal-mart so he could grab a few last minute things and then headed to McDonalds to grab a quick lunch.
Haha our last lunch was at Mcdonalds.
But it was close and quick.
Plus those smoothies are pretty good.
The whole family was squished into the excursion minus Michael who was at school.
I think everyone took turns having their moments of tears.
And we spent a lot of time talking to Winston about how he was feeling.
Obviously he didn't quite know what to think.
A lot of excitement and of course nervousness.
I'm sure he could hardly believe this day had come.
We drove to the Provo temple and got out to take a few last photos.
Again, we all had our moments.
For me it was a constant battle to hold back the thousands and thousands of tears that just wanted to come out.
It was nearly impossible to even look at him with out crying.
One of the hard things for me was to see him with Olivia and know that for 2 years she would have no idea who he was.
And I want her to know who he is because since the second she was born he has loved her more that I thought he would. (I honestly didn't think a 18 year old boy would take such an interest in a baby girl.)
Oh the emotions of me.
I've gotta get control.
I'm not going to lie, it might be a while.
So every one of course wanted their last minute pictures with him.
And then the time came.
Most of the family decided to not say goodbye yet and wait for the quick drop off.
We figured ripping the bandaid off quickly would be better than slowly pulling it off.
We pulled into the MTC and were guided to the curb side where we quickly all got out.
We were greeted by a "veteran" (fellow missionary who had probably been in a week haha,
who helped us take out his luggage.
We all stood in a circle as Winston went around giving everyone a quick hug.
Everyone was bawling.
Except Winston and Michael.
You could tell he was holding back tears and trying to be so strong.
I think this made it a tad bit easier on my parents.
And then he walked off.
We all sat there watching him walk all the way up the sidewalk and into the doors.
Okay is this torture or what.
Seriously there is no sugar coating this.
It was awful.
Especially when he would turn and look back along the way.
Oh my gosh it was horrible.
Now to the positive.
Hmmm.
I'm sure we'd be bawling harder if he wasn't going!
There ya go.
Deep down somewhere I am so very happy for Winston and would not have it any other way.
He will be so amazing and I can't wait watch him grow and see how other people's lives are blessed because of this sacrifice.
Let the countdown begin!
We're off to the MTC!
Stopping at the Provo temple to take a few last pictures.
Dad and Winston.He's already bawling.
But we all were and had been for days.
The boys.
Elder Farr.
The girls.
The last family photo for the next 3 1/2 years.Not going to lie, a depressing thought.
Dad, Winston, Mom.
Winston and Olivia.
Emerson and Winston.
Me and Winston.
Hanging around waiting for the dreadful 12:55pm.I swear we all had the biggest pits in our stomachs.
The famous MTC curb.Saying goodbyes
Oh my poor mother.
There he goes...
I love you so much Winston and am so very proud of you!
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