As you know there are two days I have been anxiously awaiting and planning for.
Thing 1's mission call and the STP.
The first happened today... Thing One received his mission call.We had to wait a whole 3 minutes for Dad to get home from a bike ride.Uh, yes I am going to give you all the details. So if you only want to know where he's going then just go ahead and scroll to the bottom of the page and miss out on all the fun.
First he opened the envelope:
I was sitting across the room from him and I could see the actual letter behind everything in his hand but he was just looking at the back. He said, "Hmm, a U.S. Passport."
Foreign. I guess it was good to have it sink in a little at a time. He would be leaving the country.
With all the power I could muster I stayed on my side of the room and didn't run over there, yank the envelope out of his hand and read it myself. I very calmly informed him that he was holding it upside down.
"I know," he said slowly. Then he turned it around and said, "BOISE, IDAHO!"
I knew he would do that.
No. He's not going to Idaho.
He scanned it himself first and then as patiently and unhurried as he could he read every word to us:
You have been called to serve in the Uruguay, Montevideo mission.
That's right, Uruguay. South America. South of the Equator. Spanish speaking. Uruguay.
He hasn't stopped smiling.
And neither have I.