My son goes to the Temple

Wow, what an amazing experience. I had the opportunity to go through the temple with my son on Saturday. It's been so neat to watch him grow up and hit milestones in the church. I remember watching him, my first born, enter into the waters of baptism, and how touching it was. When Bryce turned 8, Brandon had just turned 16 which meant he was able to baptize him. I will find those pictures someday, they are so cool. I remember thinking "this is what he'll look like when he's on his mission baptizing people" and I just wanted to hold on to that image forever. It seemed like his mission was forever away, and suddenly, here I am, looking at 9 days til I have to say good-bye to my baby boy for two years. But to be in the temple with him was so crazy! Thank you Jeffs parents and sis and brother-in-law for driving all the way from Logan and then home in one day to be with him. And also Mel and Mark, I was so happy to have my sister by my side. After the temple we met the rest of the family, (except Erika, who was at a party) at Village Inn and had a nice visit before Jeff's family headed back to Logan. My emotions are running wild, I cry at the drop of a hat. How am I going to do this? How have mothers done this for over a hundred years? I have to remind myself that he belongs to Heavenly Father and I have been blessed to have him for these 19 years. I have to give him back for 2 years. Did Heavenly Father feel like this when his son was hanging on the cross? Sacrifice.