Yesterday he asked for his last homemade meal to be biscuits and gravy and I obliged. He had a hearty helping of the leftovers this morning for breakfast...at 5 a.m. Our young men president, Bro. Liffereth knocked on our door around 5:15. He wanted to see T one last time. He brought him a gift...two awesome ties. One bright colored (which the momma had said T needed) and one with a U of U logo on it. (Which besides coming to see this boy at 5 a.m., shows how much he loves T, because he is a die hard BYU fan.)
We were all tears from that point on. Bro. Liffereth has gone above and beyond since he was called to be the Young Men's president. He made it a point to be friend T and to be there for him. It wasn't ever about his calling. It was about his love for this young man. He has made an impact on our family that will never be forgotten!
After kneeling in family prayer, we loaded Taylor's belongings into the car and began our journey to the Salt Lake airport.
We didn't get far before the tears flowed again. Our wonderful little neighbor Courtney (age 12) had organized a farewell sendoff for T. There were numerous ward members out on the corner holding a banner (which she, Jonah and McKenna) had made, waving goodbye and hollering "We love you" and "Good Luck Elder Davis" at 5:40 a.m. T wanted to get out and hug them all, but his emotions got the best of him and he could only smile through his tears and wave goodbye.
T's brother Colton and his wife Shannon met us at the airport. Check in was all automated and pretty easy. Other than we were all so tired we couldn't find the right slot to scan T's passport. There were numerous other missionaries there, setting out on their journey's.
We amused ourselves by translating some of our favorite sayings into Spanish.
That's my boy! Focused on his goal. Off to proclaim the gospel!