My dear little brother, Spencer, left for his mission in December. We are very close, so it's been hard not having him here. He had a few months at home (my parents live five minutes away from me. Awesome, I know.) before entering the MTC and we were able to spend a lot of time hanging out, a lot of time laughing together and a lot of time talking about the books we are both trying to write, the books we read, movies, and anything and everything. I was able to be there when he was set apart. I can still see his face the last time I saw him, smiling, his wave, how nice he looked in his new missionary clothes. I bawled the whole way home. He made it to Mexico and is serving in his first area. I was able to talk with him on the phone during his layover at LAX about a week ago, and the bubs both sang him songs on speaker phone. We have exchanged some letters back and forth and I can already see his testimony growing and am so excited to hear about all of his wonderful missionary experiences. It just struck me how much I love him and miss him, how incredibly grateful I am to have him in my life. Thank goodness my parents had ten kids. Spence is #10. I think they saved the best for last! :)
Here's a recent picture Spence sent us. He's on the far left. Doesn't he look so happy?!