Q. left the MTC this morning and arrived at the airport around 8 a.m. He requested (wisely, I think) that we not be there. But as it turned out, I had to give my friend Stephanie a lift to the airport at about the same time.
I handed her off a bag of cookies (awesome gingersnaps btw--my secret ingredient is a little chili powder, in case you're interested).
"Give this to Elder Cannon if you should run into him. Which I doubt you will."
Moments later, as I was heading for I-80, Stef called and said, "Q. was the first person I saw when I walked into the airport. And he looks great."
"Tender mercy" is a phrase that is overused in Mormon culture these days. Still. That's how I felt about this morning's events. My boy saw a familiar and loving face as he embarked on his great adventure, which meant the world to him.
And to me, too.