Wednesday, June 26, 2013

How do you know when you've grown up?

If it's when you quit doing laundry at your parents' house, then I'm not there yet.
It's our last night here at the Mission Training Center in Provo, Utah, after a 5-day training seminar that can only be described as wonderful.  
We visited my dear father this evening after the end of the seminar, about five miles south in Springville, Utah.  
Mom passed away last year, and Dad is lonely, and we all, including him, wish for his release soon.  It was a poignant parting, knowing that we probably wouldn't see him again; not too many 94-year-olds make it to 97, when we will return.  We leave for the airport at 5:15 AM tomorrow morning, to arrive in Lima tomorrow night.
But we still threw the stuff in the washing machine.  Maybe I'm not as grown-up as I thought.
We hope your goodbye's are sweet also.
Dave & Paula


bestgrandkidsever said...

Bon Voyage! We love you!

Misión Maracaibo said...

Sweet indeed!
Éxitos queridos Presidente y Hermana Henderson! (And it's not a wish, it's a statement.)

Misión Maracaibo said...

"Misión Maracaibo" is me, Florencia Krasnoselsky ;)

Patti said...

Goodness gracious. That picture with your dad is so sweet. I looked for you guys in the broadcast but no luck. Hope you are off to a great start in Peru!