And he’s off…

A tender, early morning at the airport saying goodbye to our favorite missionary. Tate was stalwart and composed, the rest of us were crying babies. As we watched him pass through security, then up the elevator to where we could only see his feet, our hearts broke. But we look forward to our reunion in 2 years, where we will eagerly seek those same shoes (much more worn) returning down the escalator, followed by his bright, shining, smiley face.

We hold true to the statement that was told by our ancestors, who valiantly crossed the plains, with situations infinitely more challenging than sending your son to another country. The price we paid to become acquainted with God was a privilege to pay”

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