Dallin went to the Temple on Saturday the 21st....
Came home and starting packing! He helped us sort cattle and load cows for the market on Monday and on Tuesday at 4 AM, we took him to the Charlotte Airport.
Dallin flew to Houston and then Salt Lake City where Brandee met him off the plane. His suitcase flew from Charlotte to Dulles Airport...and then back to Charlotte and then to Chicago and then to Salt Lake City the next day. Dallin arrived 2 hours late at the MTC...but at least he'll have his clothes to wear!! He heads to Colorado in April and will be there for the next 2 years.
So now, all of our boys have taken flight from the nest. I found a poem years ago that I thought was cute about little boys growing up, but I didn't think it would happen as quickly as it did!! It is written by C. David Hay and is from a father to his son:
Little Man how fast you grew
and went the way all children do
Into a world you've yet to know,
You need room to stretch and grow.
and went the way all children do
Into a world you've yet to know,
You need room to stretch and grow.
I watched with pride as you felt your way
And tested strengths in work and play.
We shared our fun as buddies do -
When you where cut I bled some too.
And tested strengths in work and play.
We shared our fun as buddies do -
When you where cut I bled some too.
Shooting the rapids or climbing high
Gazing at stars in the western sky;
We gave it our best no matter the cost
And won more times than we ever lost.
Gazing at stars in the western sky;
We gave it our best no matter the cost
And won more times than we ever lost.
I'll always treasure those memories past,
Could prayers but make the good times last.
But boys were meant to grow up strong
And Daddies can't just tag along.
Could prayers but make the good times last.
But boys were meant to grow up strong
And Daddies can't just tag along.
So I hope you understand -
I'm always near if you need a hand.
And of all God's gifts could I choose but one...
It would be a Father's love for his Son.
I'm always near if you need a hand.
And of all God's gifts could I choose but one...
It would be a Father's love for his Son.
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