Cheesy post below. Contents might make you vomit from excessive cheesiness. Just wanted to warn you.
Alex left on his mission last week. I cut my work trip to NYC short so I could be home to see him off. As I was waiting for my flight home I called him to tell him good luck at his setting apart. Of course, I start crying like a blubbering idiot and everyone around me probably thought I was crazy. For sure someone was thinking, "please don't make me sit by her on the plane."
I really do despise going to the MTC. I don't know how anyone could walk out of that complex and not feel like someone has just punched them in the stomach and ran away laughing.
We arrived at 12:15 and by the time we left at 1:30, I was emotional drained. However, as sad as it was to watch Alex walk through the door titled, "Missionaries Exit", I wouldn't want him anywhere else. Two years is a long, long time. I mean, by the time he comes back I could possibly have all gray hair. Alex would be all, "Nat, you really let yourself go." And I would be all, "Gray runs in the family. This will be you in 7 years. So watch your back."