There is a tradition that goes back as long as I can remember to honor those who are currently serving missions. Just before they leave, they are "given" a plaque with their picture, the name of their mission and when they are serving, and sometimes the missionary's favorite scripture. The missionary-to-be gets to hole the plaque during the Sunday meeting, but then it is hung up at the church. I love looking at the collections of missionary plaques and seeing where they all went, and I always have a little prayer for each of them. They are in the Lord's hands.
Alec and Ben were no exception, and they have their handsome faces on these nice wooden plaques. However, when we moved, the old ward had to give us the plaques so we could take them to the new ward. Due to conference and maternal forgetting, I was able to keep the plaques for a few weeks. I loved, loved loved seeing their smiling faces in my room. I really didn't want to give them up.
Sigh. Eventually, I did hand them over to the new ward, and they hang up at the church now. I suppose all mothers get to the point where they have to share their babies with the world. Maybe I'll have to make up my own shrine.