Called to Serve!

For 19 years we have been preparing for CJ to go on a mission. Nineteen years seem so far away and then all of a sudden......

It was time for CJ to turn his papers in. This is the picture that was sent in with his paper work to receive his call.

What seemed an eternity, and it was only three weeks, CJ's call is here. So he goes to the post office and picks it up and lays it on my desk. We have to wait until that evening to open it.

With shaking hands and breaking voice CJ learns that he has been called to serve for 2 years in the Yekaterinburg, Russia mission and he is to enter the MTC on April 9, 2008.


His family and friends family and friends enjoying a dinner at the Shelley Senior Citizen Center after his "farewell". CJ did a great job!

Some of CJ's friends--friends that will soon be serving all over the world.

Just hours before we leave for SLC. C.J. is enjoying his last meal at home. We are busy packing his stuff and making sure he has everything.


CJ is say goodbye to his dogs. He loves his dogs.

Now goodbye to Grandpa Eaton.

Then Grandma Eaton who was too sick to go with us to the MTC.



Our family, eating at I-HOP just before CJ is to enter the M.T.C. Bailee can't understand why I keep crying.

CJ is really in this picture as we are walking up to the MTC. I just couldn't get my camera out of my purse quick enough. He is the one way up there with the red bag looking back wondering what happened to me.

Two doors, one for missionaries and one for crying parents. What a giant step it is.

We run through our doors to watch CJ getting his information.

The day is here and it is official. Elder Eaton! So very handsome, and we are so proud of him.



Hagin gets a hug just before we walk into the dreaded room for our final goodbye.

After 5 weeks in the MTC learning Russian, CJ finds out that there are some kind of problems with visas or such. For whatever the reason is, CJ is reassigned to the Eugene, Oregon Mission.


Yes, he loves Oregon. CJ has said over and over, he knows he is serving where he is suppose to be.