Well it has been just over 24 hours since we dropped Dakota off at the Missionary Training Center in Provo.  It was a beautiful fall day, but there was lots of mud due to the construction.  As you drive in they guide you to a parking space next to the sidewalk, kinda like at the airport.  As Dakota's dad was taking the luggage out of the trunk there were about six Elders on hand to help out.  One of them started getting the handle pulled up on the luggage and was ready to leave and we hadn't even hugged Dakota goodbye for one last time.  The Elders were handsome and funny and Dakota was smiling and it was sunny and warm and everything went well.  We managed to grab a hug and he was off.  Dakota's sister said it was kinda like he got kidnapped by some very nice people and that we knew he was fine but we can't see him or talk to him.  As soon as we get some news from the MTC we will post it here.  Thanks for stopping by!