I Love...

I Love bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches and rocky road milk shakes. I ate a BLT and split a rocky road shake with Bruce yesterday while we were running 423 last-minute errands to get him ready to go.

I Love big, deep suitcases that make it possible to fit two years worth of necessities without having to wrestle the top closed.

I Love a stake president who says just the right things to inspire a 19-year old boy and comfort his family.

I Love family who made sure they got to see Bruce before he left, even if it was only for a few minutes.

I Love good friends who have made sure I know they're thinking about me and care about me when they know I'm barely holding it together.

I Love soft kleenex.

I Love my husband, who is so excited for the experience Bruce is going to have that he's having a hard time comprehending how much he's going to miss him.

I Love my other kids who cry and have minor melt-downs because they love their big brother and can't imagine him being gone.

I Love Taiwan because that's where he'll be and because he'll soon love it.

I Love that the same time that flew by and made this day come so soon will keep moving and will bring him home.

I Love the people who have loved and inspired Bruce.

I Love that the MTC did away with that brutal, two-hour heart-shredding that sends loved ones one way and missionaries another way.

I Love my Savior who is the reason for Bruce doing what he's doing.

I Love my Heavenly Father, who will watch over my boy while he's gone.

I Love Bruce and am pretty sure I'm sending almost six feet of my heart halfway around the world. And I didn't know my heart was that big.