The first Sunday

I have heard that the first four days in the MTC are the hardest for missionaries. That gives me hope that everything will start to get better for Gabe pretty soon here. I still haven't heard a word or seen a picture or gotten any news that he is ok, I'm sure he's fine and I'm just being a baby, but I REALLY would love to hear from him.
My mom came down to visit me yesterday and she stayed the night to comfort me about him being gone. It helped more than I even hoped, we looked at missionary blogs all morning and we put together a package that she is going to have delivered to him tomorrow hopefully. I gave him a stuffed lion and some candy with a few letters and some pictures, I think he'll like it.

I sure do love my missionary

 My mom and I in my apartment

 Kisses for his lion

Just in case he forgets!

 

With it being Fast Sunday, I had no choice but to fast for him and pray that everything will work out how it's supposed to over the next month. It seems like every missionaries "P day" is on Thursday in the MTC so if I don't get an e-mail by then I might go crazy. I'll be in St. George this weekend for soccer, and I might die waiting to go back to see if I get an actual hand written letter in my mailbox from him. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that, cause it may just be the best day of my life.

Well with my boy being gone, I feel like I am growing closer to Heavenly Father. I pray more often, I read my scriptures more and I study the words instead of just skimming through everything. This really has blessed my life already and it has only been four days!