I Went to Utah and All I Got Was a Pouf!

I knew something was up on the flight from Phoenix to SLC. The flight attendant 'of a certain age' had a lined,gaunt,tanned yet impeccably made up face. Her almost waist length hair was a perfect chocolate brown.It was the tippy top that was a marvelous work and a wonder. A frothy, tangled mass of shellacked hair that defied gravity. I bet she added a good four inches to her height.
Now I will be the first to say I do a bit of backcombing on the top of my coconut, but this was like a monument. In some strange, sick way, I am drawn to the height and majesty of the Pouf. The urge to grab a comb and my giant can of Big Sexy hairspray is all consuming.
So come on ladies...admit it...do you do Poufs?

Farewell to my sweet son

I handed him over to the Lord for two years...and even though I've done this before, I can't believe the depth of my sorrow in leaving him. He will be an amazing
missionary, and I know that the Lord will mold him into an incredible young man. And I know I would cry more if he stayed, and chose not to go. I look forward to the day I am not crying at the mention of his name. While we sing the Primary songs with all the joy they deserve,I Hope They Call Me On A Mission, and the like...to actually watch them go through the door that says 'New Missionaries Enter Here'.sigh...

I could see the change in him after he dropped his luggage off when we first arrived at the MTC. The mantle was upon him and he wasn't looking back. I finally got the honor of pinning the name tag on MY SON. (those in the know, will get that statement) The little meeting they have is totally just to give you a couple more precious moments with your child, so I didn't mind, but I didn't pay much attention either. All I could think of was I wouldn't get to touch my son's face for two whole years. That I wouldn't hear him call me 'mommy' or hear his voice echoing from the den, as he joked around with his siblings..for two whole years. I wouldn't get to hug his teddy bear self whenever I pleased. As the movie ended, the tears began to flow. I am glad my son had given me about 5 tissues to muffle my sobs.I am grateful he took my hand during the closing prayer, it's like he gave me a gift. And as he turned to leave, I had to have just one more hug, and he let me have one. He didn't pull an 'Oh Mom let me go!' He even turned around for one last smile and wave. He didn't shed a tear, he was so full of joy. I am so blessed.

Idaho, please take good care of my boy.