Tyson left for the MTC in Sao Paulo, Brazil yesterday. It was, of course, a wonderful, awful day. I told Tyson that those missionaries better get baptizing because everyone in the world needs to be converted by the year 2025. This is precisely when Tate will turn 19, and I refuse to let my son fly away, not to be seen or heard from for two years. Nope. It's just not going to happen.
The decreasing heights in this picure reminded me of the Cingular commercials, "More Bars in More Places".
One last family photo. We love you, Tyson! Good luck!
Tate loved wearing Grandpa's hat. Don't worry, Grandpa. We'll come see you soon so you won't be too lonely in your recently emptied nest.
1 comment:
aw aw aw aw what a wonderful awful day. Love your pics. Little Tate is the little man isn't he.
love your blog
donetta
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