Sam, my 18 year old nephew, attended the LDS temple for his first time yesterday. I was not there because I live far, far away and I have decided to refrain from driving anywhere further than two miles. Forever and ever.
What I want to say is that this was YESTERDAY.
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This kid, no more braces, hair cut, wearing the heck out of a real-life grown-up man suit, is just...walking out there, into the world, to decide and to think and to do for himself.
I want to tell him that he's going to be OK, even though he would roll his eyes at the thought of needing anything so silly as reassurance. He will be OK, though.
And now I'm going to go snuggle my children and try to explain why watching cartoons on the bed with them is making me cry.