Tomorrow...


So much to do in the next 30 hours.  So for now, I just have to say that tomorrow, my little boy is coming home.  He'll get on a plane in Buenos Aires @ 10:30 tonight (their time, 7:30 our time), and land in Miami tomorrow morning @ 7:00 a.m.  He will be in my arms @ roughly 4:45 p.m., tomorrow afternoon. 

Being in Grant's air space is a very, very good place to be.  He really knows how to be present.  In fact, I love to say that he will never be mistaken for being absent!  He sees people, and he loves what he sees.  He has one of the most beautiful hearts that I have had the privilege of knowing in this life, and I'm honored to be his mother.  His patriarchal blessing said he asked to come to our home, which I will marvel over until my dying day.  After that, I'm hoping it'll make a little more sense. :)

The very best thing I have done with my life is bringing up two amazing human beings that are making this planet a better place.  Today, I am having joy in my posterity. 

Gotta go make somebody's favorite peach dessert.

When did he go from this...

.....to this?

Last time I saw Grant's face, I yelled to him, "Come what may, and love it!"

Feeling a little punk on this day, but I love this picture of study time!

BBQ-ing with one of Grant's dear convert friends, David

True sign of manhood:  burning your boyhood blankie

Preaching to the penguins

Grant's standing on a frozen river...he wrote, "I walk on water on a daily basis."

Just think:  there are thousands of groups of missionaries like this all over the world.  What an army!