Tanner has been gone for a week... He left for the MTC last Wednesday. On tuesday I stopped by his house after work and I was able to say goodbye. We were able to go on a long walk and just chat and hold each other, but the end came too soon. I don't think there is really a way to prepare yourself to lose what feels like your second half, but it's something I had to endure. However, I wouldn't have it any other way. I want nothing more than for Tanner to serve a mission, it's just so hard to be so close to someone and then see them leave for two years. I admire Tanner so much for his strength in being able to leave though. The one thing that's holding me back from considering a mission is that it would increase two years of not seeing Tanner, to three and I don't know that I'm strong enough to do that. Yet Tanner was willing to put everything on hold, having faith that the Lord would bless him for his sacrifices.
This week has probably been one of the hardest weeks of my life. I'm trying to stay positive but it's hard, especially in the mornings when I wake up knowing it's another day that I have to endure. I think things will get easier once school gets started and I have a lot to keep me busy. For now I'll just be living for letters, doing my best not to think about the 2 years, 24 months, 103 weeks, or 17,000 hours left. Sigh...
