The morning of Aug.13th was hectic, frantic, filled with love and excitement. We started the day at Grandma and Grandpa Doolittle's house with waffles. The drive to the MTC was filled with spontaneous singing and long quiet moments of reflection. The last few miles to the MTC seemed to go twice as fast as the first two. We stopped at a Wal-Mart and said our goodbyes. Took a few more pictures and then drove into the MTC. Like you would expect, the church has the MTC on the fast track of efficiency. They gave a sticker, a parking assignment, Spot 24 and waved us on. Upon our arrival at spot 24 a darling Sister Missionary, going to Taiwan met Makail grabbed one suitcase and down the sidewalk they went. I said that Makail didn't look back, she did only so I could grab this last picture. Away she went on her adventure. The ride home from the MTC was very, very, very quiet.
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