All Cried Out

I am known as the "Boob" in our family. The Wimp. The Crier. Happy or sad, I am easily brought to tears in my old age.

But this time, I think I'm all cried out.

As we sent off our first missionary from our family (at 4:00 this morning), my cheeks were unusually dry. Don't get me wrong, I am full of many emotions: happy, sad, excited, nervous for our boy who will teach the Brits about Heavenly Father's plan.

But following so much change, heart ache and more change, I'm spent.

Choosing to move to Utah instead of home to California wiped me out. It dehydrated me. It exhausted me. But it didn't break me.

My heart is still very much intact. But I'm ready for the next adventure. Ready to dig in. Ready for the next phase. Ready to make goals, and ready to progress.