Well, this was not only the first weekend that Elder Brown was gone, but it was also the first General Conference. I went to the General Priesthood meeting last night and the choir from the Provo MTC was providing the music. It was bitter-sweet to see all those young men dressed in suits and with name badges on. That was the last way I saw Elder Brown as we dropped him off at the airport and said good-bye for two years.
As we watched conference Saturday and Sunday, Alexa (my 3 year old granddaughter) perked up every time someone mentioned Uruguay or missionary work or missionaries. I guess I probably did a little as well.
Love you Elder Brown – Return with honor
Dad