The waiting begins ...

This month is turning into a myriad of emotions, sandwiched in between massive force-fields of adrenalin.

Besides the wedding plans and the drama of letting Kacey skip into the sunset without me, I am faced with losing Keaton soon as well!

Tonight his mission papers were all turned in ... and now we wait.

This is quite possibly the hardest part of the mission ... not knowing.

These amazing young men & women deciding to turn two years of their lives over to the Lord for whatever He has in store ... wherever He would like it to transpire ... and they just sit and wonder where it will be, waiting to be told and anxious to accept!

Will he need heavy coats accompanied by ear muffs and scarves or will he be primed and ready for the warmest of climates? Will he need to learn another language or enjoy a new accent? Will he stay under Obama's regulation (I use that phrase loosely) or learn under new leadership? Will he enjoy juicy cheeseburgers or dine on other parts of cattle ... or other parts of ... parts?

His whole life for the next two years is completely up in the air starting right now! For the next two weeks or so, I will have anxiety in my chest as I walk toward the mailbox.

For those of you who are not familiar with how the Mormons handle the callings of their missionaries ... you can read about it HERE. It's actually pretty magnificent and completely selfless.

I'm super proud of Keaton for deciding to serve the Lord. At nineteen-years-old, there are lots of other things he could choose to do. None of them, however, would be nearly as rewarding.

And so we wait.