I'm sick today, so I didn't go to church. I, being Angie, went on Pinterest to see if there was anything worth repinning today. Lo and behold, there was a bunch of missionary pins on my home page. I went through three Pinner's worth of stuff, and went Missionary Pinterest Crazy. Then I decided I wanted to write about my missionary and to my missionary, so here's the first part to that.
-We write letters and emails and I keep all of them. I want to have some of my engagement pictures centered around this.
-We have 10 1/2 more months left!
-We have problems, but even from 900 miles away, we know we're meant to be.
-I live for his letters.
-He became a District Leader within the first year, and even nine months, of being out.
-He gave me a promise ring before he left.
-We plan on getting married soon after he comes home.
-Four years, in May, since we first got together.
-I fell in love with him for his amazing sense of humor.
-I hope he hasn't changed too terribly much.
-I miss him.
-I'm worried that I have messed things up with him beyond any repair.
-I have faith that he will forgive me.
-He's an inch shorter than me, unless he grew in this past year, which is unlikely.
-He looks good in a suit and tie.
-I'm worried he'll get sick or hurt while he's out, and I won't be there to help him.
- I CAN NOT wait for the, "I've missed you so much" hug!
-I can't wait to be able to smell him again. (That sounds creepy...although it isn't..)
-His handwriting in his letters are barely legible to anyone else, but I love it.
-He's the reason why I doodle things all over my class notes.
-He leaves me breathless with every letter, email, and skype session.
-He knows me better than anyone, including myself.
-When I see him next, I will be bawling and struggling to contain myself.
10 1/2 more months. I remember when I was praying I could get to this point in time as quickly as possible, and now it's here, and I can't believe how fast time has gone.
I love this kid with all of my heart, and even when I don't show it or act like it or do stupid things while he's gone, I love him.
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