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My sweet boy. Today marks six months since he
left. There is nothing like having a
missionary out. A part of my heart
resides more than 5000 miles away and I can feel that
all day, every
day. He is in my prayers constantly and his letters and pictures make my
entire week. I miss him with every part of me and yet, wouldn't want
him any other place.
Six months down, eighteen more to go. I love this son of mine something fierce.