I was pretty sure it would happen- I just did not know when. We had been warned that it was normal and had heard stories from other missionary families. Despite all those things, it still broke my heart.
A few nights ago, Matt and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after we had put the kids in bed. I heard something in the living room and turned to see my sweet Reeves sobbing. Of course, I rushed to her and asked what was wrong. Through her sobs she exclaimed, "Mom, I don't want to go!" The 5 words that I had been dreading. Then she fell in my arms and continued to cry. She voiced her sadness of having to leave all her friends and family, her fear of going to a new place, her fear of making new friends, her fear of having no friends.... it all bubbled up.