Missionary Moment

Tonight, I tried a recipe that I didn't like. Not all that surprising with me being pregnant and all. But I was quite disappointed.

I learned an important lesson, though.

If ever you have a full casserole you don't like, invite 2 hungry missionaries over to your house.

They took care of it for me. :)

It's always fun to have missionaries over, but I still find myself feeling a little awkward. I am brought back to all those times of seeing missionaries and thinking of Isaac. For 2 years, missionaries were like a secret link to Isaac's mysterious world. They did what he did, they taught what he taught.

So now, even 8 months after Isaac's mission. I still feel somewhat girlish and bemused around them.

For me, it's fun to think of these missionaries' lives back home. Do they have a concerned mother or girlfriend that prays that they'll be fed and kept safe? I like to think so.

Just a few days ago, on March 29th, I saw the date and my heart leaped. But then, as I stared at the date more, I wondered why I was excited. I tried to think through all that I had going on to find something significant that would make feel this way. Finally, I remembered- the 29th of every month used to be Isaac's mission month. Every time I'd come to the 29th, that meant another month down. I laughed to myself. It was funny that after 8 months, just seeing the numbers 29 still made me excited inside.

Anyway, I guess that doing something for 2 years makes it stick for a while. No wonder our Elders have such a hard time transitioning back to normal life sometimes.

Isaac, 2  1/2 years ago. 

Isaac and I liked these elders a bunch, though. We'll definitely be inviting them over again. Hopefully, next time I'll be able to fix something a little yummier (not that I think they'd mind).