This morning started so early. As usual we left a little later than we planned but still got to the airport by 5:15. Elder Davis' plane was scheduled to leave at 7:00 a.m. He got his baggage checked fairly quickly and then we went and sat with him for an hour before he needed to go through security. We just sat and enjoyed being together. Not a lot of conversation. I think we were all so tired and still trying to not think of the final "goodbye". We all look like we just rolled out of bed in the pictures we took because we all did except for Mitch who showered and dressed in his missionary attire he will be wearing for the next two years. As we sat there another family came with their missionary. They are so easy to pick out. Young man with a short haircut, dressed in a dark suit with a backpack on. Mom and girls are crying. Dad and Grandpa are taking video and pictures. We found out their son will be serving in Central Canada. It also looked like there may have been a sister missionary going as well. Same scene. Conservative dark clothes. Lots of picture taking with family and lots of tears. When it was time for Mitch to leave he hugged everyone and that is when the tears really started. Mitch gives great hugs and I know for me and his grandmothers we are really going to miss those over the next two years. We watched him go through security and then we went home. It was a pretty quiet day for everyone at the Davis house. Dad went to work. I know we all wondered through the day what Mitch might be doing at that particular time. Mitch's grandparents on both sides picked him up at the airport in Salt Lake City, took him to the breakfast buffet at Little America Hotel- a family favorite and Mitch's request. The they delivered him to the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah.