The MTC

The first time I ever saw K.C. cry (at a fairly mannish age) was when we went to the MTC to drop his oldest brother Ryan off. He waited until it was all over and we were outside visiting with relatives when I noticed these huge water blops on the ground. I looked up to see if it was going to start raining, and there was sweet K.C. with his back turned just letting these huge tears fall. He swore then and there that he would never go with us to the MTC again. A few years later when it was time for Sean to leave, he swore again that he wouldn't "do that to myself again", so we gave him the choice of going to the Stake Priesthood encampment instead. Needless to say he went to the MTC to see Sean off. He said it didn't get any easier the second time. (hmmm now he knows just a smidgeon of what it's like to be a parent!)

When it finally came time to go to the MTC with K.C., he waited until the very last week to tell us that he wanted to fly up to Salt Lake...with out us. Ouch! I know they had recently changed the MTC opening day to a "drop them off on the street corner with no one getting out of the car but the elder day" but still! So K>C. and Josh Brimhall flew together. The Wardrops picked him up and took him out to lunch and got to do the drop of honors. which was probably good practice for them :)

As parent, it's not that I don't understand what going on a mission will do for my son, but more that I DO understand that once he leaves home, he is never really MINE again.

This is Evan Fast, K.C.'s first companion.

It was love at first sight. "We are two peas in a pod".