Excitedly we carry her suitcases and throw them in the back of the car. She is practically skipping as she makes her way around the car and hops in the passenger seat. Her eyes are bright and her face is covered with a radiant smile. Meanwhile i'm trying not to look at her and fighting back the tears. I really am excited for her, but right now the pain is outweighing the joy. As we make the short drive to the MTC I recall the memories I formed there 3 years ago. I had the best MTC district. My MTC companion was exactly who I needed her to be. Even today, Sister Jensen and I will get together and grab lunch and reminisce about the mission days. I remember the first day and the whirlwind that was MTC orientation. The dork dot that I proudly wore for the first couple hours and then promptly removed it when I realized that yes, every missionary would stop to say, "welcome to the MTC." I remember the devotionals and the musical numbers and how they filled me with joy and excitement. I remembered the feeling of panic when I realized that maybe I didn't know as much as I thought. How in adequate I felt as I struggled to teach our "investigators". The frustration with trying to figure out "compunity" and learning to recognize the spirit in a new way and the love I felt for my district and teachers the day we parted for the mission field. I turn to look at the soon to be Sister Robinson. "You are really going to love the MTC!" I say. She just nods and smiles at me. As we pull through the gates we are directed to the right to parking space number seven where we proceed to park the car and unload her bags. There is now an eager missionary standing next to us waiting to wisk my sister away. The moment has now come, but first we must take a picture! I don't know if you can tell, but in this picture I am fighting back the tears. As soon as the missionary lowered his arm the tears began to roll down my cheeks. It was now time to give her one more tight squeeze and then let her go for 18 months.
That car ride home back to my apartment was rough. For the next 18 months, the only contact I will have with her is through emails or hand written letters. Since I got back form my mission 18 months ago Ellie and I have become extremely close. We have had the chance to live in Provo together and for the past five months we have even lived in the same apartment complex. Although we may fight from time to time, I know that she is always there for me. She has truly become my best friend. So, yes, today I dropped my best friend off at the MTC and it was hard and it was sad, but it was also extremely happy and exciting. I know that my sister is about to have the most amazing 18 months of her life and that she will be a blessing to so many people. I know that her sacrifice will be a blessing to our family and it will be a blessing to our relationship! I am so proud of my little sister and choice to serve a mission. I know that she will do fantastic! I did a short podcast with her today that you should go listen to! She is wonderful and you can learn a little about why she chose to serve a mission. You can also follow her adventures at mitzionamission.weebly.com.
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