Well, we made it through the MTC. Back in SLC with Cece and family. What a wondeful week it was! With over 3000 missionaries there it is amazing that Pam and I were made to feel we were the only ones there. It was a spiritually exhausting week.
Similar to wedding day jitters, I began to wonder if this was really something I was up to...too late to turn back now but, you know, a little second guessing. Walking through the MTC parking lot, my head bowed down in discouragement, I asked Heavenly Father for a sign. When I looked up there it was. I knew I was were I was supposed to be. See ya'll on the other side of the pond, assuming we can get our internet up and running.