Today John and I dropped our last missionary off at the MTC. I thought we did that 2 1/2 years ago when we dropped Nathan off. Thanks to a modern day Prophet we got a redo with Courtenae. I have the same question, I had when we dropped Nathan off. Why does something so wonderful hurt so bad. That great big lump in your throat and the tears threatening. Can we really live with out her smile and the constipated donkey cry. Who will follow me around and leave rocks in the washer. Will I miss forgotten shoes all over the house.