So, my wait is coming to a close. Jeffrey's parents left TODAY to go pick him up. They will be able to pick him up from the mission home on Monday. I'm so excited that they get to see him, and hang around where he has been serving the past two years. But since, he is coming home, I thought I would confess some things that have occurred over the last two years, that I swore I would never do.
1.) I hardly ever get do my make up and hair in the same day.
I didn't have anyone to impress, and I'm lazy. Doing my hair and make up became an unusual thing. Now I have to get in the habit of it again. Oh boy.
2.) I now take shameless selfies, just to to send them to Jeffrey.
Okay, so I didn't get ready that often, but when I did, I almost always took a selfie, just so it really looked like I was functioning like a normal person. Oh gosh, how I hated selfies before he left.
3.) I now wear leggings as pants.
Yeah, stop judging me. They are comfortable alright?!
4.) I sometimes would go out on dates just because I was broke and needed a free dinner.
Living on your own is expensive, and so is sending packages and letters to a different continent. So, sometimes I would take advantage of nice boys, who wanted to take me out to dinner. Sue me.
5.) I got butterflies through emails.
Having basically no other communication, emails became such a crucial part through this journey. Just seeing his name pop in my inbox gave me butterflies. I think I'm going to miss it a little bit.
So there are some of my confessions. It's been such a fun journey and I'm going to miss the letters and all the good things that come from supporting a missionary. I have learned so much about myself, the gospel, and how to follow Heavenly Father's plan for your life. I could have never learned these things so intimately in any other way. I'm so grateful for this opportunity I have had to support and write a missionary in this way. My testimony of missionary work has grown immensely and I couldn't ask for better things in my life right now.
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