I wrote two letters to my missionary boys this week - for the last time. It's hard to believe that Alec's two years has come to an end, but he really will be home this week. I'm pinching myself.
I know he won't want to stay home once he gets here - what motivated young adult would rather stay home and be bored over getting out and on with their life? But I'll enjoy just sitting back in the corner and seeing him interact with everyone.
I've missed his self-assured confidence, his loving tenderness with our small fry, and his mischievous dimple. He reminds me so much of his cheerfully brilliant dad. I've been blessed to be surrounded by such amazing men.