Sweet Disposition

I'm finally getting around to posting about taking Bennett to the MTC, which was 3 weeks ago tomorrow.

It was an incredibly short trip; I drove down with my grandparents and we were there less than 24 hours. It was a really fun time despite this, and I'm really glad I went down then.

The night we got there, we went to Cracker Barrel because that's where he wanted to have his last dinner. We met up with tons of our family, and about 30 of us were there terrorizing the place. Kids running everywhere, confused soda orders; there might have been a broken glass. I can't remember. It was so much fun though.

The next day, my dad gave him one last blessing and that was a nice experience for my family. We had breakfast at the hotel, and then did some last minute shopping for suitcases and whatnot. My uncle Blake met us at the Provo temple and took some pictures with his super nice fancy camera, and we said our goodbyes because they don't really let you do that at the MTC anymore. I hugged him and told him how surreal this all felt. It didn't hit me then either, like with Brianne.

My mom didn't even cry - Cooper did, funny enough. Even though those two fight like crazy, Cooper was bawling about how Bennett is one of his best friends, and what is he going to do now? I hugged him and told him it was going to be ok.

We've heard back from him twice and he seems to be doing well. He talks about how much fun they all have there, and that it's difficult to focus sometimes. He doesn't say too much, even in letters. Sometimes getting him to talk is like pulling teeth.

I miss him, but I know where he needs to be, and I think he knows that too.