Everything fit nicely in the two designated suitcases.... breakfast and one final photo at 336. Then it was out the door at about 4:30 a.m.
Ontario airport was mercifully NOT too busy... as we had arrived a 'little' bit behind our best laid plans. Dad did the curb drop and companion/mom accompanied the missionary.
Sister Cornwall has been like a starting pitcher before the start of a World Series game... anxious to just get going, mixed with a little anxiousness, excitement and anticipation.
The goodbyes were mixed with just the right amount of tears...
And lots of hugs as the security line moved toward the check-point.
Then there were waves, and waves...
as our missionary was on her way...
to Salt Lake... then a shuttle to the MTC in Provo.
The shuttle to Provo was by sweet brother Jeffrey.
Ontario airport was mercifully NOT too busy... as we had arrived a 'little' bit behind our best laid plans. Dad did the curb drop and companion/mom accompanied the missionary.
Sister Cornwall has been like a starting pitcher before the start of a World Series game... anxious to just get going, mixed with a little anxiousness, excitement and anticipation.
The goodbyes were mixed with just the right amount of tears...
And lots of hugs as the security line moved toward the check-point.
Then there were waves, and waves...
as our missionary was on her way...
to Salt Lake... then a shuttle to the MTC in Provo.
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