So, one of the saddest days I've had in a REALLY long time was Monday, March 24th. I know I should have been excited and happy to see my parents start to serve their mission, but instead I bawled like a baby. Unfortunately I even snorted when I was hugging my dad goodbye.
So, off they go serving for 23 months in the Russia, Novosibirsk Mission. Why couldn't they have been called to the Temple Square Mission or some where tropical and warm?
