I've been to the MTC to see off missionaries twice, and both times it has been an incredible experience for me. To see boys my age crying without trying to hide it and be manly... 2 years is such a long time. I thought it didn't seem like a big deal before, but really. Jordan and I have only 3 more Book of Mormon classes together, one more band class, and a band concert. I am so going to miss him. He came with me to get free cookies in the Wilk after BoM today... I wouldn't have gone by myself. And while I was in the chapel of the MTC today, watching that movie and listening to the speakers, all I could think about was when Jordan would be standing in this very place. His life is going to totally change, and I won't be there to witness it or laugh with him at it or help him through it, and that makes me sad.
Me: "We only have three more Book of Mormon classes, and then I won't sit next to you again FOREVER."
Jordan: "Forever is a long time."
Right now, two years seems like it, too. And he hasn't even left yet. What is my problem?
And how can a year have a not whole number of minutes?
Dang Google.
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