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106 Days....and Counting

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We finally have a date!  A for-sure, not-going-to-change date for Ethan's homecoming!  Wednesday, July 11.  I can't tell you the relief this has given me.  This date has been up in the air for literally the last four months (when it shouldn't have been), so it's nice to put it on the calendar and know that it's going to happen.

Mark leaves Wednesday, July 18.  This means the boys will be able to see each other for a week.  Because we will be at Interlochen, Ethan will fly straight to Traverse City and spend the rest of the week with all of us.  That weekend, we will head back to State College.  Then, we are hoping that Ethan can give his homecoming talk on the following Sunday when Mark can give his farewell talk in church (July 15).  Of course, it wouldn't be a Kennedy missionary Sunday without a musical number!

Finally, we're planning on Ethan taking Mark to the MTC.  John and I can't get work off, and honestly, there isn't much to do there anymore.  Parking on the street, hugging and watching the missionary walk into the MTC.  It will be one last moment for the boys, and then Ethan can reconnect with some of his Polish missionary buddies.

It's a beautiful thing when things just fall into place.

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  1. The KennedysMarch 26, 2012 at 7:26 PM

    That sounds perfect - how exciting!!!!

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  2. AnonymousMarch 26, 2012 at 8:54 PM

    Yay!! Thank goodness we finally have an official homecoming date for Ethan. Phew! 106 days!

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  3. Sarah MoranMarch 27, 2012 at 9:14 AM

    The countdown clock on the blog is nice, but I think you should make a paper chain to count down the days.

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  4. John KennedyApril 16, 2012 at 12:03 PM

    Yay, Ethan is coming home, but that means Mark is closer to leaving, Yay and awww!

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