Hello, London!

My parents, Keith and Cheryl Allred, are officially missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  They left yesterday to serve in the England, London mission as office specialists, whatever that means (I gather they'll  be helping in the mission home, coordinating supplies, taking pictures for newsletters, scheduling things, etc.).  They are very excited and we are so excited for them.





This was the day of their farewell.  They spoke in church and did wonderful jobs. While I was impressed with them (as I always am), I was equally impressed with the family and friends who showed up to support them.  As my mother found out, preparing for your own farewell is a little odd.

You really don't know who to expect, if anyone. People have busy lives and callings and obligations.  You can imagine our delight when we showed up at church and found many, many family members there, as well as friends and well-wishers.  My dad made me laugh when he got up to speak and reflected that the people in the congregation would most likely be those people who will come to his funeral someday. Not yet, dad! 

I don't have a picture of the night they were set apart as missionaries.  I just want to briefly submit my observations about that evening, however.  We met for dinner (we've met a lot for dinner these past two months) and the stake president came to their house to set them apart.  What a wonderfully spiritual, quiet, tender time that was.  I felt the spirit in such a strong, tangible, loving way that night that I will not soon forget.  The Spirit testified to me that their decision to serve a mission was pleasing to the Lord and that they'll be blessed in doing so.  It was truly a special event. 

My parents were in the MTC (Missionary Training Center) in Provo for two weeks.  Because of this, we were able to see them a few times.  Evidently the rules aren't nearly so strict with couple missionaries (what are you going to do, send them home?) and they would venture up to Highland on drives every couple days or so. Our final goodbye was after a family dinner (above photo).  Unfortunately, Brook was out of town and didn't get a last hug.  We all know how much my mom loves hugs (insert sarcasm), so he'll have to torment her when we go visit.

I'm not going to lie and say that it was easy to say goodbye.  Tears were shed, both when saying goodbye and in the lonely hours afterwards.   I'm so infinitely proud of these two.  They are exceptional parents and I am blessed by their love and example.