It means I check my mail four times a day every day. And it means the days I do get a letter from my missionary are the best days ever!!...until I realize that the fact that I got a letter means I won't be getting one tomorrow. Then I just feel sad again. It means I am crazy, but strong. It means I have a companion who is amazingly strong in his faith, has a great love for his Heavenly Father, and who is doing the incredible work of dedicating two whole years to serving the Lord. It means I suffer from "Invisble Boyfriend Syndrome." It means I write in my journal a lot more than I used to. It means I accidentally call his number when anything big and exciting happens only to get his voicemail and start crying - which also shows you it means that I'm stupid. It means that as his testimony grows, my testimony grows. It means on Tuesdays when he emails I don't focus in any classes and I have butterflies all day. It means I'm always on the lookout for cool ties to send him.
I love my missionary. And sure, at 11:11 I secretly wish for him to come home early from his mission. But truth be told, if he did, I would smack him upside the head and make him get his butt back out there. Why? Because I love him more than I could ever explain and I am so incredibly proud of him and the work he is doing. Sure, it's ridiculously hard, and there are a lot of tears that are shed, but ya know what? Two years out of eternity together is really not that big of deal.
ok disregard my last comment on another post of yours haha
ReplyDeletebut this is my favorite post:) i love it