The MTC drop off

Kenzee and Lacey picked Grandpa and Bryson up at the Airport.  They went to lunch and then took Bryson to the MTC.

This was taken from my sister Kenzee’s blog….

     Lacey and I picked them up at the airport and drove to Provo to have lunch.  During the drive Bryson reminded us that it was the first time he’d flown since he was a baby.  He joked that it brought back memories of our family’s trip to Montana.  The good ol’ days!  We ate at P.F. Chang and Bryson was a little quiet and didn’t have much of an appetite.  We couldn’t get him to touch the dessert.  I just wanted to hug him and tell him it’s okay to be nervous…but I knew that he just needed some space.  He really was handling it so well.  I can’t imagine knowing that you’re leaving your family for two years!  He’s so brave

     We pulled into the MTC where they have you drop off the missionaries and unload the luggage curbside.  Bryson said, “my stomach just doesn’t feel good.”  We told him that that’s normal and he’d feel better soon.  We got out, grabbed his luggage, and grandpa John started to go in for a hug.  That’s when Bryson lost his lunch.  Poor guy.  Right there behind the car.  All the emotions and anxiety is a lot to handle.  But things move quickly so he rinsed his mouth (I’m so thankful I had some water for him!) gave us each a hug, turned around for a picture, and he was off!  I think he felt better after ditching the Chinese food.  He was all smiles! I just get emotional thinking about the courage that these young missionaries have.  I love him.  I’ll miss him.  He’s going to do a great job in Tampico, Mexico!!!