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.
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God speed, Q.
So very sweet.
And he probably got one of your great cookies. That is so exciting that he is on his way!
Some nice synchronicity playing out here.
Beautiful.
"Tender mercy." It is what it is. And what a great example. Love it.
Oh, I LOVE this.
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