My brother Ammon leaves tomorrow for the Missionary Training Center to become a missionary in Portugal for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It hasn’t quite sunk in that my little brother will be a missionary and that I won’t see or talk to him for two years. He and I have always been close, but for most of our life it was simply by default. Our older sisters shared a room and were quite close, so that left me with Ammon as a playmate and roommate. As all siblings do, we fought a lot and drove each other crazy some of the time, but he put up with a lot and we usually had a great time. He was a pretty quirky kid, as I've written about before, but he has become a really great person, despite my attempts to scar him for life. As we got older I realized that I actually really enjoy spending time with him. He and I are quite a bit alike and I'm going to miss talking to him online and reading his rambling late night blog posts filled with biting sarcasm. I think it will be hard to not talk to him for two years, but I am so excited for him and the experiences he will have in Portugal.
I know he’s going to be a great missionary and the people of Portugal are lucky to have him. Good luck Ammon. I love you and know you’ll do great work. As long as you manage not to break any bones.