We dropped off Jordan at the Provo MTC on Wednesday along with what seemed like thousands of missionaries. Seeing the other moms as we drove to the curb, Kristeen asked Jordan if he would be offended if she didn't cry like the others. We figured we got all our tears out the night before at his setting apart. As we pulled up, several elders were there to take Jordan's luggage and check for his immunization records. One final hug, one final unexpected cry, and the elders whisked him off. He disappeared in the sea of dark suit coats.
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