Final Countdown

The suits are bought and hanging in the closet, we have the first-aid kit and the flashlight.  White shirts, long and short-sleeved are lined up like soldiers and new scriptures are waiting to be marked. 

There won't be many more days like this where I can hear his music wafting through the house.

I will miss this boy.  

Zach will speak this Sunday in church and then enter the Missionary Training Center on Wednesday.  There is nowhere on earth that we would rather he be.