Saturday, September 3, 2011


On Mondays the MCC library is full of missionaries using the computers to email their families and friends. When I see them I smile. I hope they are writing letters to their mothers, who I know miss them so much. But mostly, I hope they are writing letters to their sweethearts. And then I want to cry for their ladies. It brings back the memories of almost 5 years ago, living for those weekly emails. Reading them over and over. Mike left right before Christmas break, and I didn't get a letter for a full two weeks. I had no idea how he was doing and it drove me nuts. At this point, he could only write letters, not emails. I remember literally sitting by the mailbox waiting for the mail to come and almost crying when there wasn't a letter from him. Pathetic. But when there was a letter, it was instant happiness. Honestly though, having him gone was terrible. Before he left, we talked or hung out every day (minus a one month break up) for more than a year. He was my world. Then all the sudden he was gone and I didn't even know what to do with myself. Oh how I'm glad those days are done. As crappy as they were, I look back on them so fondly.

It's crazy how he left as a boy and came back a man. I don't think we would have gotten married if he wouldn't have gone. We both had to grow up a little, by ourselves. I had to experience certain things to figure out what I really wanted. Then when he came home, even if I didn't know it at the time, we were ready.

Maybe the next time I see the missionaries at the library, I will pass them a little note that says something like,  write your girl a nice long letter. Tell her everything thats going on, and don't forget to tell her you love her. It will make her week. 


  1. So sweet. I remember going to the library and seeing all the missionaries there too and I also thought of Lance who did the exact same thing on his mission. Thank goodness for missions, they feel like forever and they are terribly difficult but everyone grows because of them.

  2. Amen.

    Sometimes I feel like you steal thoughts from my brain.