My youngest brother Blake left on his mission on Wednesday. It was different since we couldn't go to the MTC with him like we did with my other three brothers, but in a way I feel this was a nicer, more quiet goodbye. It wasn't a rush and there was no Called to Serve song that makes you cry and seeing all the other families falling apart. Though I don't know if it was harder on my parents just dropping him off on the curb or not. My mom and dad had breakfast at their house and we all went out and then hung out until it was time for him to leave. I think he was a little sad that all his neices and nephews were going to be so different when he comes home, and he admitted that he didn't want them to forget them. I'm so happy for my brother and that he chose to go on a mission, I think he'll be glad of that choice the rest of his life.



Blake getting his time in with the little ones.



Adam and Uncle Blake



Us kids minus Brent.