Tears of....?

So, the Hubby Hub and I spent the weekend in my hometown of Idaho Falls, ID. We were there for my little bro's mission farewell. I actually went to church for like 20 minutes (and, surprisingly, did not get struck by lightning!) to hear him speak. It was a very odd feeling--walking into that church building. I haven't set foot in that place for about five years now. I was not particularly excited to see anyone there (to be honest, I don't really remember most of them...), and I was not really keen on going in the first place. But I would walk through fire for Geoff without a second thought, so I guess I can't really complain about walking into a church building.

The tears started the moment I walked through the chappel doors and saw him sitting on the stand in his suit. When did he get so big? And why (oh why!?) is he leaving for two years? What the hell am I supposed to do for two years? I'm pretty sure I've never been so worried about anything in my life. And that's probably nothing to the anxiety that he's trying to cope with. He was really quiet all weekend, which was totally depressing. He's usually so upbeat and happy. This weekend he was a total introvert. That's understandable, of course. He's the one that is leaving home for the first time to live in a foreign country for two years. I just have to stay here and worry about him.

The fam is coming down to SLC tomorrow. Geoff wants to go through the Salt Lake Temple. I have to tell him goodbye tomorrow night because I have to work on Wednesday and can't go with them to the MTC. I am going to be a damn mess. There is no doubt about that.