2 years...

So my best friend got on the plane to fly to Salt Lake yesterday. 

I cried my eyes out talking to him on the phone the night before.

I slept in his shirt, clung to the stuffed cow he gave me, and listened to the voicemail he left about 3 or 4 times.

Guys, I know it sounds excessive, but it really is hard when one person has been your world for the last year and a half. I think in the year and a half there's been maybe 15 days where we haven't at least texted, let alone called each other. We talked all.the.time.

Ok, so maybe there were a lot of days where I'd ramble and he'd patiently listen. But he always showed me that he actually cared about my feelings and what I was going through. He always comforted me, gave advice, and rejoiced with me when things were good. We relied on each other. I feel completely comfortable telling him anything and everything, and that's something I can only do with him. I don't trust anyone else that much. 

And while it is so hard not being able to talk and run to him and text him... It's ok. Because I know he is on the Lord's errand. He is about to change lives. He is about to experience many changes in himself. I am so proud of him. I know I say that a lot, but I really am. He is a great person and is on his way to becoming an even greater man. I know that and I know he'll be back.

Love is about sacrifice. For him, sacrificing being away from his family and me and getting an education. For me, sharing my best friend with the people in the Houston, TX mission is a huge sacrifice. But as the song says, "Sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven." And I truly believe that.

He seemed so calm and at peace and excited and ready and willing to serve. I was the one having a hard time with him leaving, because I have no one else who loves me so completely. I guess his farewell talk back home was amazing. I believe that and really wish I could've been there. He has taught me so many lessons, the biggest one that he is still teaching me is faith. And trust.

We can get through this. We're strong enough.

P.s. I started mission papers...