I'm sitting here on my couch in his sweatpants and sweatshirt. Wearing the watch he gave me and the necklace he hand made.
The tears have finally stopped.
After an hour.
I told myself that I would NEVER be the girl who sent a missionary off. I avoided dating pre missionaries for this exact reason.
But yes, now I am THAT GIRL. Awesome.
I said goodbye to Tanner tonight.
He is getting set apart to be a missionary at this exact moment.
He will be serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints for two years in Villahermosa, Mexico.
I didn't know it was going to be this hard.
I was warned; and I ignored them all.
I am a mess.
My hair is everywhere.
I will continue crying here pretty soon, I'm sure.
But I know that he will be an incredible missionary.
It's just hard to say goodbye.
For two years. Seems like such a long time.
It's okay, though. I got two years to conquer the world before he gets back.
I am so grateful for his hard work, his example, and his courage to go out on the mission field.
I'll see you in two years, Tan Man.
My super hot cowboy ;)
P.S. I hate bittersweet feelings like these.