Well, on Sunday, Jacob had his Farewell talks. He had to give two, one in his old ward, as well as one in his new ward he just moved into. As I sat during both his meridian and Boise talks, I couldn't help but to fall more and more in love with him in every way.
The day of his farewell, he made me feel so special even if it was with the most simple of things. I thought he would ride with his family to church, and from church to church, and then to his aunt and uncles house after. And I would just kinda be "there", but in the background of things. Simply because its a big special day for him. But he asked me if he could ride with me. Of course I said yes. And he would go out of his way to talk to me, and make sure I was okay with all this happening, and just being a real sweetheart. His talks went great, and the food after with his family was also amazing after a long morning of church with no breakfast that morning.
Sunday came and went, monday we had our last day together before he had to get set apart that night at 7:30. Mainly just running errands, getting his visa information ready, grabbing his last Los Betos breakfast burrito for two years, and other simple things such as that. The last hours we had together seemed to speed by in a flash. We quickly went to my house so he could say goodbye to my family, and of course my little brothers stopped him and got him to play a quick game of baseball one last time.
We went back to his home and sat and talked for a while longer. Then seven o'clock rolled around...This was the moment I had feared for since he got his call four months earlier. Our last goodbye. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. We went out to my car at his house. We sat and talked, and basically spilt our love for each other out. He held me and kissed me as I cried. His eyes filled with water, while mine were complete waterfalls. He let me know of how much he loves me, and told me everything was going to be okay, and everything was going to be worth it when he returns.
7:20 came around, and his stake president would be at his home soon to set him apart as a missionary. Jacob invited me to go, but I know I couldn't because saying goodbye with a handshake would be so much harder. So it was time for us to part ways. We stepped out of my car, and embraced, and kissed one last time for two years.
As I put my car into reverse, leaving him one last time, I flashed the brights on my car one last time as our tradition, and held up the "I love you" sign as he did. Then very slowly, began to drive away. As I drove off, I looked back at him in my rear view mirror, he was just standing there watching me leave.
I broke down. I was sobbing more than I ever have before in my life. I felt a piece of my heart leave me, as I left him. I couldn't breathe. All I wanted to do was turn around and hug him and never let go. But it was too late.
One thing I did have him do right after I left, was call my phone and leave me a voicemail. I am so glad I had him do that. I have listened to it every day at least twice since he left. It is so amazing to hear his voice, and to hear him spilling out his feelings he has for me. And I can hear that whenever I need to.
This is so hard, but I know it will be so so worth it. I know that this is were he should be, and this is what he needs to be doing. He is already such an amazing man, but with this, he will become even more amazing then ever before. I love him so much. And I know without a doubt that we will become stronger throughout this. In ways that we didn't even know we could become stronger.
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