Clint left for the MTC today. We had breakfast with the family this morning and then dropped him off, much like taking someone to the airport. We were given his mailing address. They offered to take a picture, a hug goodbye and that was it . . . he was gone. Two years is an awfully long time. He is so excited and ready to serve; that makes it a touch easier. I only cried until we reached I-15. A few tears here and there, but no sobbing. I'm sure there will be more. We will miss him terribly, but wouldn't want it any other way. Waiting for the first letter now.
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