There were a handful of special girls in Ian's life. Shannon was one of them. She made him blush about a thousand times. They shared their birthday weekend: hers on the 18th, his on the 19th. When they were 12 or 13 they plotted about going on their first date together as soon as they were 16. Ian didn't make it. He had 17 days to go.
The boy who did take Shannon on her first date called Keith and said that he wanted to make it special for her even though he wasn't Ian. What should they do? That was quite a call.
I know Shannon spent time on her 18th birthday at the cemetery.
She had her mission farewell today. She's going to Knoxville, Tennessee. We went to hear her speak. When the opening song started I cried. Cried quite a while. Nobody saw. Nobody knew what I was secretly feeling. It was good. She's a great girl. She'll be a great missionary. Ian's proud of her.
He is a seasoned missionary by now. After 3 years, he could give here some tips. I wish he'd had a farewell.
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