Davy Love

Well I guess I couldn't let David leave on a mission without doing a post about it! My family had an open house Sunday night after his farewell talk and I guess it was quite the shin dig. I love these pictures of my Davy Love. Poor guy can't escape his childhood nickname, even though he's such a {cool kid} now.

I hear this picture captures most of what David did all night... enjoy his harem of girls. You'd think he was Mick Jagger with all the groupies always following him around. I can understand... it's hard not to love this kid.

I got home late from a baby shower Tuesday night, then Trav took off to his soccer game and I forgot my cell phone in the car, so it wasn't until a quarter til midnight that I could call home and find out when he was being set apart. Of course when I call, it's 15 minutes before they need to be at the stake center. So Marcie whipped out her lap top and everyone poured into her room so we could say our last, rushed goodbyes.

Marcie is so cute, she took our picture while we Skyped. Weston was quite the hit of the show. And even though we only talked for 3 minutes, I still managed to get emotional as I said goodbye and that I loved him and would miss him. To that, David quipped, "Wish I could say the same!" And when I tried to give him some advice he joked, " Hey, don't tell me how to live my life!" Oh David, try not to be so sentimental... you're too in touch with your feelings. Reminds me of a certain older sister you have. :)

Here is the gang after he was set apart.

 His plane left at 5am this morning. Since that made it 8am here, Marcie text me pictures of him leaving.

 After he left, they went to the roof and somehow found his plane and watched him take off. I talked to my mom later that day and she was having a rough time. I mean, it's the end of an era! (FRIENDS quote, anyone? :)  Maybe it's best I wasn't around... I would have been a crying mess. David is pretty stoic and unemotional and probably doesn't remember much of me in his life growing up, but boy was he a big part of MY life! I was 9 when he was born and I felt like I took care of him a lot. In some ways, I feel like he's actually my first child. And because of that, I will always have a special place in my heart for David, different than I have for any of my other siblings. Watching my parents send off their second son on a mission doesn't make me particularly excited to do it myself in 17 years. But it's for a good cause, right? :) Right. But I certainly will miss him.