A Jumble of Emotions

On November 17th, at 1:00 pm we left Colton at the Missionary Training Center. It has been a little traumatic. Yes, I know that a mission is a great thing, he is exactly where I want him to be, it would be alot more traumatic if he didn't want to serve a mission, he will grow and learn so much, it will be a great experience, my family will be blessed and... any other words of wisdom we offer each other when a missionary leaves. But it still, selfishly, makes me cry.


Colton has always had a special place in my heart. (Some people even think he is my favorite.) I have always been very protective of Colton, This possibly stems from his dad dying when he was barely four. When Cassidy and Colton were little, everyone loved Cassidy. She is a little bit of a suck up, which causes lots of people to like her ALOT. Colton is not a pleaser, he is very true to himself and sometimes he comes across a little indifferent. I have said many tines in jest, that Colton is harder to love and so I needed to love him more, because he wasn't going to get it from anyone else.

I am proud of Colton and his choice to serve a mission. I love that he does not conform and always finds a way to show his unique style. I am happy that he realized it was important to do well in school. Even if that meant taking "the nerdy, smart kid classes," instead of classes with friends.

The next 2 years will be the best/worst years ever. In the words of Colton's best friend, "It's good thing it isn't 7th grade Colton going on a mission. Because 7th grade Colton would get sent home for beating up his companion."