It started with weeks of waiting. Dozens of texts between Ruth, Lizzy and me: “How’s your mailbox?”
Even until Monday afternoon, when we’d decided around 4 p.m. it just wasn’t coming.
And then the call from Lizzy at 4:09, “It’s here!”
We’d already made a plan to open it at our house– a practical decision which was hard on Ruth and Bill and Lizzy’s younger siblings. Sending Lizzy to Utah for weekends and then to school, tugged on their hearts enough, but missing events, milestones… that’s harder.
And there’s nothing quite like receiving a mission call. You can be called to anywhere in the world, anywhere.
Lizzy’s grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins arrived and everyone made their guesses: Germany, Texas, Japan, Peru, Idaho, Russia….
Mary hooked up Skype and got my phone ready to facetime.
She made sure everyone said ‘hello’ to Lizzy’s family in San Diego.
Jessie dialed in from Columbia.
In fact, I think we had just as many people watching on phones as in person.
Finally the big moment came…
Cochabamba, Bolivia! She reports June 21st to the Peru, MTC. The day after her nineteenth birthday.
We’re all going to miss her. Lizzy lights up a room. Completely nonjudgmental, Lizzy sees people as God sees them. She looks straight through their mistakes and foibles, offering love and encouragement to everyone.
Oh we’re going to miss her.
But she’s ready. The look on her face says it all.
darling Ben made a fabulous video.