Oh, the MTC. Dropping my brother Matt off the other week was a surreal experience. I felt like I was dropping off myself. As we drove through the entrance with the car windows rolled down, at least 3 people yelled "Holden!" I thought that they were trying to get my attention, but then I remembered that Matt has the same last name as I do. Popular guy. He looked so sharp in his suit and skinny black tie that I sent him from Romania.
I didn't feel sad watching him wheel his luggage away as he was whisked off by the other missionaries. Mostly, I was overcome with pride and excitement. I'm so proud of Matt and the decision he's chosen to dedicate 2 years of his life to serving the Lord and His children in Atlanta. And I'm excited for all the experiences--spiritual and crazy--that he is going to have in the Bible Belt (yeah, my mom forced him to study up hardcore on the New Testament in preparation...).
Within the same week, my best friend and roommate Lani Poppleton received her mission call to serve in the Kirtland Temple Visitor's Center in the Cleveland, OH mission. Once again, I felt like it was I who was getting the call. I had such a huge urge to put in my papers again and get a second call--to relive all the memorable moments I had in Romania.