6:00 AM February 12, 2013. I wake up with the fact that I only have 31 more hours until I say goodbye to my son for two years! I knew the day would go by fast, but I just wanted to enjoy every last minute of it, and not waste any of it!
We still had some things we needed to get before he would be completely ready. Things that we knew we could get in Utah that we couldn’t get in Colorado. Like short sleeve white shirts in February! We had also put off getting his shoes until we could look at the places in Provo that would have shoes specific for missions. So we needed to get going.
First, we had breakfast with my great aunt, who is an amazing lady who would be contributing to his mission, as she has done for so many other missionaries! That ended up being a two hour breakfast! It was a great time just visiting and eating!
Then off to Provo! Of course I would have to take some wrong turns as we had done already on this trip, but we did make to Provo, and to the place we needed to be. We were able to get his shirts and shoes and some other things and now he was ALREADY to go!
Another tear jerking moment came after that, time to say goodbye to grandma, and uncle (my mother, and brother). 
We spent the rest of the day walking around BYU, and we had dinner with a friend of my son. One cool thing about being in Utah and particularly Provo, and you mention that you have a missionary going into the MTC the next day, the missionary will get their meal for free!
6:00 AM February 13, 2013. Only 7 more hours left until we had to have my son to the MTC! I spent the morning trying to get my cell phone to work since it decided not to the night before!
We had thought we had given ourselves enough time to get an IN and OUT burger before the MTC, but the traffic didn’t cooperate, and he didn’t get a burger. By the time we got into Provo, he just wanted to get to the MTC. With every stop light he would get more and more anxious! I, on the other hand wanted to hang on for as long as I could, I was grateful for each stop light!
There it was the MTC, the time I had both dreamed about and dreaded! Time to say goodbye to my son for two years! They had us pull in almost all around the building before we were told to pull over to the place I would be dropping my son off. We all got out of the car and knowing how emotional I would be I had already planned on what I was going to say to him. “I love you, I’m so proud of you, and return with honor!” I said this to him as I hugged him as tight as I could! He said he would and then I let him go. Go for two years to go to the other side of the world! I got back into the car and looked back to watch him walk away, and then came the tears! (side note, driving around the MTC on Wednesday afternoons has to be not the safest places, because of all the emotional driving going on!) 
So, there it was, he was now officially on his mission! Two years seemed like a very long time, but it is only a very small time compared to the rest of his life, and he will gain so much! Its only 10% of his life so far!
This is awesome Rena! I’m so excited you have a blog! And I must say, with Ethan–because of the seizures–I am already dreading taking him to the MTC big time! So I’m glad to know other moms who can remind me it’s going to be okay! 🙂