In panic mode.

1 week from today he'll be home girls...

I'm kind of freaking out.

Lithuania!

No one's posted on here in a while, so I figured I had a bit of exciting news! Adam is finally out in the field!!! He just left the MTC about 3 days ago I believe. I'm not really sure cause I haven't heard from him in about 3 weeks. Ah, well he must just be super busy. I can't wait to hear from him...in flippin Lithuania!!! Gah! I'm so happy for him!!! Plus, I kinda need an address if I want to continue writing him...which, he being my boyfriend, um...thats sorta what I had planned these next two years, it would be kinda nice you know haha I hope everyone's doing great with their waiting/supporting :) Just take it one day at a time and try to make each and every single day the best day in the entire year! Then as you write/when he gets back you'll have tons of fun and exciting things to tell him!

P.S. Do yall address your letters to your men like "Dear (insert first name here)" or "Dear Elder (insert last name here)"??? I'm just curious, cause I feel like I'm the only one that calls my Elder by his first name haha

HELP!

Have any of you ever looked at a work so long and thought about how weird it was and suddenly you don't know if you even spelled it right because you're thinking WAY too much about how weird of a word it is so then you have to go look it up in the dictionary? I definitely just did that with the word HELP.
Anyway...sorry for the random tangent about nothing. That's not what this post is really about. As some of you may have read my post on the MG website about how I'm really tight for money right now. I'm hopefully going to make it thought this semester but I don't know how I'm supposed to pay for fall semester. I'm really really trying to avoid getting loans because I really don't want to be in debt when I finish college. So I ask of you to please pray for me! I need some serious help! If anyone hears about a job in Rexburg, preferably on campus or close to campus since I don't have a car, please, please, please let me know! I desperately NEED it! Thanks girls! I don't know how I would make it through without your support.
One more thing, I was really wanting to send him a package for his birthday/6 month mark since they're 3 days apart but I doubt I will be able to afford it. I told him I would send him lots of packages before he left but so far I've only sent one at Christmas. You think he'll be upset if he doesn't get one? I feel so bad not sending him one since his birthday present to me was pretty much amazing. Advice?

FINALLY!!!!!! my very first anddddd second letter!!!!!

i finallyyyyyy got a letter...TWO LETTERS!!! after 24 days of being in the mtc, jeesh! oh myyyy...now it really begins. letters are so much better than emails! he actually touched them. hes the only person, besides me that has touched those letters, and i really like that thought (call me crazy, i know...go ahead, its ok.)

look at that adorably sloppy handwriting...mmmm...

im pretty sure you cant tell from the picture but the very top letter is all written in blue ink until it gets to my actual address...even my name is in blue, then it switches to black because he wrote it on days later. hed thrown out the envelope with my return address on it...and to think this whole time i thought hed forgotten about me. nope...hes just a dork :) yeah...im happy.

letter???

soooooo adams been in the mtc for what 21 22 days now? and i havent gotten a letter yet. ive sent 2 and im sending my third tomorrow...should i be freaking out yet?!

Uhhhh?

I've been thinking a lot about my waiting experience lately (even though I should totally be thinking about finals and packing). I'm almost done, Zack is almost home. This is my last semester without him and it ends next week. After I drive home on the 10th I'll have 2 months and 6 days left without him, that's like 67 days.

No one and nothing could have prepared me for the feelings I've been feeling as of late and you all will probably think I'm crazy.

I'm TERRIFIED. I'm not ready.

It's been so long since I've been around him, I'm a totally different person then who he left, and I'm sure he's a totally different person too. We haven't been writing at all since the beginning of March, which has been hard for me, but he told me to trust him, so I am. We'll talk again when he gets home, it was just too distracting for us and I'm sure he's just as scared as I am for him to be coming home. What if things don't work out? I know that means that they weren't supposed to and everything happens for a reason and what not and I still won't regret my decision to wait, but still...it's scary thinking all this time I've invested in our relationship (2 1/2 years before he left and now the 2 years he's been on a mission) went to waste. (not to waste, but you know what I mean.)

I daydream a lot about what our reunion will be like, I have nightmares that he'll surprise me, show up at my door a week earlier than expected and I'll be in my pajamas with bedhead and THAT is how he gets to see me again for the first time in two years...not the way I want to be seen, that's for sure. But that would be my luck. He told me the day he'd be home, but after a lot of convincing. Before he left he always said he wouldn't tell me when he was coming home so he could surprise me, and he kept that up for awhile after he found out when he'd be home...and then he told me, but I don't believe him haha.

I wish I could come to an MG night before I head home for the next 5 months, but I don't think it's going to be likely...maybe when I get back in the fall I'll come to one, even though I'll have graduated...I'll keep you girls updated after he gets home, if any one is interested.

long overdue.

Well, I'm running out of battery life on my laptop and time to write, but thought I should today.

I will have to tell our full story (if I haven't already) on some other day, but today, I wanted to just write my thoughts on missionary work --

This past week, my cousin (well, 2nd cousin 1ce removed) came to visit from Salt Lake, where she works as the Director of Church Library Services at the LDS Church History Library. As we talked, we talked about our family history (mainly coming on my mom's side). Having these message drummed in my ears all weekend, 24/7 was not at all bothersome to me, but more of an inspirational weekend to help me get on my way, off my butt and moving on my personal history history collection as well as doing as much as I can before I add on another family when I get married. Then it all clicked. I, too, am doing missionary work! I am being a missionary to my family and to those on the other side as I read about them and honor them. And, Ryan, my missionary, is serving the Lord here to help those understand what the truthfulness of the Gospel is really all about! How neat is that?! I guess I thought it was common sense until the lightbulb clicked!

Anyways, I just thought I'd share that little mind blurb.

Oh well hello ONE YEAR MARK, you came a lot faster than I expected.

        I think the title says it all! Elder Avellar hit his one year mark this last week, on the 24th of March and I just cannot believe it. I literally have been in shock! Haha. He told us a few months ago that he would be taking the later transfer home so he won't be home until May 7th (which peeves me that I have to wait another 6 weeks on top of the 24 months I've been waiting.. But that should make it easy right?) so I had mixed feelings about whether or not I should celebrate his one year. I decided against it but I definitely acknowledged it! I'm making him a CD with just me talking on it, sortof like a tape recorder but I don't have the money to buy two of them so I'll just make him a CD for his CD player and he can listen to it :) haha. Hopefully that'll be done by his REAL 1 year mark in May and then I can send him a 'One Year' package. He is changing so much, I love it.. He's growing and I'm growing and I just love the progress that we both are making. His letters are so encouraging because I know that when he comes home, we are going to be so much better, so much different than we were before. I could have married him before he left, I really could have. But I'm so, so glad that he decided to serve. It has made such a difference in the both of us and I would not have changed anything about this last year if I had the chance.

Celebrating the MP's wife's bday (Austin's 1 year mark too) at the HR Cafe in Malaga

          I haven't introduced us yet on this blog so I guess I should do that huh? Well, my name is Linsey Huffman, I'm from northern California in a little place called Lodi, it's about 40 minutes south of the capital city of Sacramento. I'm here at BYUI doing my foundations but I'm wanting to do the nursing program so I'm doing prereqs for that too. This winter 2011 semester is my first semester here but I'm a sophomore. I took a year of classes at a community college back home before I came here.

          My sophomore year in high school, Elder Austin Avellar moved from Sacramento to Lodi to finish out his senior year. He grew up in Lodi (where I'm from) but moved back and forth between his divorced parents houses but has since lived with his mom after his senior year. At the time of our meeting I was immediately attracted to him but I was dating another guy, bad bad bad story. That guy was not a very good guy, not a member, no job, didn't graduate,  definitely not someone you want to spend your life with, not sure what I was thinking. Anyways, my junior year I ended it with that guy and Austin and I became really good friends. I was sortof lost and not sure of my place in the church at that time.. Austin brought me back to the light and helped me to realize the importance of a real relationship with the Father. Immediately after I dumped my ex, I remember saying to my friend that I was going to marry Austin. I hadn't even dated him at that point but I just knew that we would be together!

          Two months later, (this was December 2008, my senior year) we started dating. About a month into our dating, I remember us just sitting in my car at a lake in my hometown, it was dark but we were just talking about whatever as on our minds. I remember just looking over at him on the other side of the car and my heart was just impressed with 'He's the one.' Three months after that we knew we wanted to be married..
          The impression I received about Austin in the car that night is spoken of in my patriarchal blessing and I know that the Lord was telling me who my companion was, in that moment. We pretended we were engaged everywhere we went, we went to jewelry stores and tried on rings just for fun. We bought matching wedding bands that have a quote on them that says, "To thine own self be true," it's a Shakespeare quote. Neither of us are into Shakespeare but it's a good message nonetheless -- he had the inside of mine engraved with "Give me two years.." -- symbolizing my wait for him during his mission. We dated for a 15 months before he left on his mission in March 2010 for the Spain Malaga Mission.

          I am waiting for him loyally and am not dating.. Not just because I love him and I know I want to marry him, but because it just doesn't feel right. The Lord has told me that he is the one and I don't see why I should submit myself to dates with other guys when both of us would be miserable during the date.. Austin is so good to me and I am so grateful for all that he is. He is such a great example to me and I love him with all my heart. I can't wait to marry him. :) Well, that's our story! I left out a wholeeee lot of details but for the most part that's us! haha.

Frustrating Elders in Pendleton (where I live)

The missionaries live just down the street from me and our mail boxes are right next to each other. When we have a letter going out we have to put up a flag so the mailman will take it. I go by the flags to see if the mail has come. Anyway one day the mail had come and they went out later and put the flag up. I didn't know that the ma...il had come so I continued to wait. I finally decided to just go out and check. Well the mail had come. Anyway tonight at FHE I was talking to them and told them to not put the flag up if the mail had already come. They asked why I got so excited for the mail I wasn't a missionary. I said yeah but I have a missionary and they were like distracting from the work, distracting from the work. I was so close to saying jealous. I'm slightly hurt though. I know I'm not distracting but it hurts when people who don't know me or missionary well judge us. Sorry this was so long.

rexburg mgs e-letter!

hey girls,

if you haven't already looked at the mg facebook/discussion page, there's a neat little discussion just for you! i'll paste it here:

Please, only respond if you are a REXBURG MG.

Megan (Christensen) and I are putting together an email "list"/newsletter that we'll send out weekly for you guys. We want to make sure we can keep in touch and know where girls are and get together MORE often.

If you are interested, email: rexburgmgs@gmail.com

In the subject line, put your name.

In the message, add the following:

-Your mish's name, where he is serving, and his estimated return date

- Where you are living in this next semester (Spring)

- What you are studying

- Your birthday

- Anything else you want to know! :)

We hope you join us soon!

Oh dang...

As of midnight tonight I will get to say goodbye to the 700's and 600's. Hello 599! It feels weird that he's already been gone that long but at the same time I feel like he has been gone for forever. I just miss him so much and some days I just want him home.

One of his really close friends and I have started hanging out a lot and we're becoming pretty close. Every time we're together Dallin always comes up in the conversation. I, like every MG, love talking about him. It makes me happy but sometimes where our conversations lead scare me. Most of the time they lead to talking about him coming home. We are the "wait and see what happens" couple and sometimes I hate the fact that I have to wait 2 years to know if he's in my future or not. His friend keeps telling me that I shouldn't be worried if it's awkward when he first comes home which I know is to be expected but he also keeps telling me that he's so worried about pleasing everyone that he doesn't know how to keep who is more important in his life straight and spending more time with them. That really scares me that when he comes home he's not going keep me his priority. I know he loves me but I'm scared he doesn't love me enough. There's so many other things his friend has been telling me that are worrying me. He is in no way trying to discourage me from waiting but I can't help but question whether or not I made the right decision in waiting for him. I'm so in love but yet so scared and I don't know what to do...

99.

99 days LEFT.

Holy cow...I remember when I was saying he had been OUT 99 days, now I have 3 months and 1 week left until he comes home again. I'm pretty excited/scared/nervous etc. I just can't wait to see him again, but at the same time that thought terrifies me...it's been so long!

HE'S GONE!!!

Hey It's Megan! Ahhhh! I am soooooo excited today :))) Adam is finally gone! He reported to the MTC this morning. (It's weird to think he's actually there right now! haha) 2.5 months down! Only 24 more to go :) Now I really get to start my countdown...I'm so excited for him!!! These are going to be the best 2 years of our lives. Here we go! Let the countdown begin...

one week!!!

finally! he leaves in one week from today! ive made it through 2.5 months :) only 24 more to go now! im so excited for him! and now i finally get a pen pal. ive always wanted one. ahhhhh! anyways, thats all.

inspiration vs. perspiration

this past month has been rather hard and trying on me personally.
today, i want to take a few minutes to each of you, though i don't know all of your names and say THANK YOU! your daily and weekly posts on the MG facebook site encouraged me a lot this week. there was no doubt in my mind about ryan, but lots of recent events in my home ward made me question my faith. so, on friday i got a letter from my mish and he could sense in my picture email that something was wrong, so he felt like he should write me. i hadnt told him anything yet about what had happened. so, to me it was a pure inspired moment.
i am grateful for the power of revelation.

the story of us

Hello girls! I am new to this blog and kind of a slacker when it comes to blogging so I am trying to be better.I love my man. Elder Dallin Chadwick Calvert. I though I should introduce us to get started so here is our story...

Dallin and I met when I was 6 and he was 7. We were in the same first grade class and I remember that the moment I saw that cute boy I had the biggest crush on him. His dad is really musically talented and would come to my ward to sing and Dallin would tag along. He tells me that he remembers during sacrament meeting I used to stare at him. That is something that I don't remember but I wouldn't put it past myself. Then when we were in 2nd grade he stood up in the lunch room, on a chair, and made everyone be quiet and shouted: "I love Taylor Spendlove!" He's so dang cute!

Time went on and I always had a crush on him, always. Seeing him has always made my heart beat a million times faster than normal. We've always been really close friends and nothing ever happened with our relationship beyond that for quite a while. We went to school together for 8 years and always stayed really close. The summer before our freshman year of high school we talked on the phone almost every night and without saying it I think we both still knew how we felt about each other. One night while we were on the phone he told me that he wasn't going to the same high school as me and I was devastated because even though our feelings for each other had never gone anywhere the fact that I got to see him every day at school was a constant in our friendship I was really going to miss.

As high school began I realized we were growing apart. I missed him so much and I don't know if there was a day that went by that I didn't think of him. I know that him going to a different high school was better for him because he made better friends but I hated that I couldn't see him every day like I really wanted to. I tried talking to him, I would text him and call him occasionally but he did't really seem to interested and talking to me. Eventually we talked more often and would catch up occasionally but it wasn't like it used to be. It broke my heart and I wanted to let him go so I tried by always having a boyfriend so I wouldn't think about what my heart really wanted all along.

Our junior year of high school I was dating a guy and Dallin had horrible timing. He told me that he still liked me and that he wanted to be with me. I wanted more than anything to be with him but I was dating this other guy. Well he found out, got really mad, and broke up with me. Dallin was there for me, as a friend, when I was going through this, but I don't think that "just friends" was possible. Our feelings for each other were too strong. One day after school was over Dallin had driven to my house and was waiting for me. He got out of his truck as I pulled into my garage. The second I opened my door he was waiting there for me, he pulled me in, and gave me the BEST kiss I have ever had! Finally, after 10 years, we had our first kiss. He came over to my house almost every night after he got off work and we would sit in his truck and talk and cuddle and kiss. I wanted so bad to be with him but it seemed like he was making every excuse for us not to be together and none of them made sense. I was so frustrated with him and I could tell that he was scared of loosing our friendship but I wasn't because I knew that the feeling that we had for each other could only make it better. After about a month of this he was suddenly too busy to come see me and too busy for me to come see him. I was so upset and made another failed attempt or 2 to let him go. He hurt me so bad and I didn't want to feel that any longer.

Senior year came along and I felt further apart from him that I had ever felt before. I was dating a guy who I thought made me happy. Everyone was trying to tell me that I could find someone better but I didn't want to listen to them. We went to prom together, I thought I loved him, but he didn't treat me right and he didn't really beg for me until it was too late. One sunday there was an announcement that my ward and Dallin's ward would have combined sacrament meeting and I got a text from him saying he was excited and thought that maybe our wards would be combined, a few weeks later, they were. I then traveled to Utah for 4th of July weekend and had no service where my grandparents cabin is located. After the weekend was over I had multiple texts from him and we talked the whole drive home from Utah. He was, for the first time, pouring his heart out to me. He told me that he still liked me a lot, and always had, he knew that I always liked him, and he told me that he wanted me to wait for him while he was on his mission. I was scared and reluctantly agreed. I didn't know if i was going to or not but I knew that I loved him. After I got back from Utah he called me one night and I went to hang out with him for a few hours but I still had a boyfriend (who was long-distance) so nothing happened. A few days later we went to see Eclipse together, I wanted so bad to hold his hand but no matter the love I felt for Dallin, I couldn't do it. I broke up with my bf a few days later and the summer ended not to long after and I left to go to BYU-I but not before we shared one last night together and one last kiss.

After I got to school Dallin and I were constantly texting and skyping every night. He got his mission call shortly after I left (I guessed where he was going) and he prepared as I went to school and we continued to talk and grow closer and closer. The idea of waiting for him became more and more real to me and I began praying about it. I went and surprised him for his farewell and we shared one last amazing night together and finally after 13 years he told me that he loves me. He tells me all the time and I now know that waiting is the right thing to do and the more he is on his mission the more I see us being together for eternity. I love him so much and I miss him every day but I know he's doing the right thing and I can't wait for the day when I get to be in his arms again!

Sorry it's kinda long but I know I love the long detailed stories about girls and their missionaries!

How I became Schatz

So I think I'm due to tell you all about how me and Ethan became me and Ethan. We are in the same stake back home, so we have known each other for about 7 years. We weren't really friends but he is a really good friend with my cousin so he knew my family and of me. When we were 14 we both went down to EFY the same week in Provo however we were in different sessions. For the last dance they combined our sessions. There was a girl ask guy dance and I was looking around for some cute guy to dance with. I see this guy across the way and decide that he is super cute and that I just had to ask him. So I went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder and asked him for the dance. We start dancing and I had no idea who he was until he asked, "Aren't you Jordan's Cousin?" I look at him and respond "Yeah how do you know that?" "I'm from Walla Walla, were good friends." It didn't dawn on me till then that he was in my stake, and yes I did recognize him. After that I was in love. But one of those you know its never going to happen in love feeling. Whenever I saw him at a stake dance he was always with this one girl so I figured he had a girlfriend. So I admired him from afar haha. It wasn't until my senior year that we became facebook friends and we talked every once and awhile and became friends. Later on in my senior year I had the chance to come up to Rexburg to stay with a good friend of mine and knew that Ethan and another guy from our stake were rooming together and I thought it would be fun to hang out with them. I did have a chance to hang out with Ethan one on one and things just clicked. The conversation flowed and things went great. I had to leave but missed my plane home and the only person I knew with a car in Rexburg was Ethan. So he rescued me from the airport. We hung out that night and I so badly wanted to hold his hand when we were watching a movie. I went home the next day but we continued to facebook each other and texted back and forth. I got up the guts to ask him to my prom cause I knew he would be home by then. The weekend before we went on our first official date. It was good but didn't go the exact way I planed. I ended up throwing up my dinner on the side of the road. But that's a story for a different time. We became official the week after prom and things have been going great ever since. How I got my nick name. We had been dating a couple of months when I got into a car accident. He came over (we live in two differen't towns and states for that matter but are only 45 minutes apart). to make sure that I was ok. I was really broken up about it cause it was my fault. Anyway we were laying on my couch and he was comforting me. He turned me around to face him and he said that he had the perfect nick name fore me. I asked him what that was. He said that it was Schatz. I just looked at him cause I had no idea what that meant. He smiled and said that it was German for treasure, and that I was his treasure. From that day on I've been Schatz. Even though he has been gone more than a year we are still madly in love. I'm so proud of him and the work he is doing in Australia. So that's my story. :D

[insert cute title here]

today i made a small little photo collage (all of these pictures, i can claim my own from my own photography).
my goal is to tell you a small bit about each picture -- hope you don't mind the read or the self-focus.
swings. this is actually an older picture that was taken of elder D and i's swing set at rexburg's very own smith park. it was on this swing set that we would talk, laugh, cry, hold hands as we swung, tell each other of our fears, our hopes and dreams. along with our swing set, we now have another song that we added to our collection: "falling in love on our swing set" (an edit of "falling in love in a coffee shop" by landon pigg).
as we all know, we have to have a lot of pictures in order to make it through the whole two years that our dear men are away from us and serving the lord. so, we get in all the photo ops that we can with us in the picture of course! this has to be one of my favorites, even if it is a tad outdated.
the salt lake temple has always been one of my favorite to shoot, as i am usually out there in the summer time or during the christmas season to see the lights (oh how they sparkle!) even though, i am still not sure which temple i want to be sealed in quite yet (as i still have a bit of time); i do know that the temple is my goal.
the last picture is of daisies, my favorite flower ever! it makes my day when i see them! no mater what size, color (other than pink) or shape....
what things help you remember your missionary? any fun memories?

Happy Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine's Day MG's! I love you all! Thank you so much for everything so far, these next two years are gonna be amazing with you :) Let's not be sad today...we have Valentine's, although they may be halfway around the world they're still out there and they love us. That's all, make today a good day, not a sad one :)

post office blues.

today, i went to the local post office (nicely located at the ACE hardware store across the street from me). i take my cute little flat rate box to mail to Washington [state]. the guy tells me lazily that the zip code doesn't exist. i find this really hard to believe. so, i tell him to keep looking as my package WAS going to get sent.
well, turns out the zip code truly doesn't exist. so, i brought the box home and conveniently used USPS.com to look up the city to find the right zip code. 
i found it and this time (in the new box) -- there's a note that reads: Keep sending me the wrong ZipCode if you don't want any more packages from your Valentine...lol.
poor ryan, he prolly had no idea....but it will go out tomorrow and go to the right place and to the right missionary!
what are you doing for your valentine? ♥

My Story.

I'm gonna give you guys a kind of cliff-notes version of my story (it's long and complicated to say the least).

Zack and I met my junior year of high school in a theatre class, we talked and I really liked him but he was dating someone else, over the summer they broke up so he was single when we back to school (now my senior year), we hung out a lot because we had mutual friends and he /finally/ told me he liked me on November 22, 2006 and so we started dating. (That seems like so long ago now haha)

I wasn't a member of the church but in May 2007 Zack and I had a discussion about the church and it sparked my interest, so he got me a Book of Mormon and I began reading it and having huge fights and issues with my family (but that's an entirely different story). On May 9, 2008 I was baptized and confirmed by Zack.

April 2009 Zack got his call to serve his mission in Eugene, Oregon and he would report to the MTC on June 10, 2009. We were both excited, scared, nervous, and freaking out. Zack and I had a rough-spell and he broke up with me a week after he got his call. I was absolutely heart-broken and he started 'dating' an old friend of ours. We didn't speak up until a week before he left, and then he came back and said he made a huge mistake and how sorry he was. So we tried to fix things as much as we could before he left...ever since then the whole waiting game has been one heck of a ride for me. Such a rollercoaster, and even after everything, I still love him so much it's ridiculous. I'm still not entirely sure if things will work out, but I'm hoping for the best. He comes home June 16 this year, so about 4 months left now. :)

Never thought I'd ever be in this postion but yes, I'm an MG and lovin' it :)

Hey everyone! My name is Megan Thorne and I'm from Las Vegas, NV. I guess now is as good a time as any to start blogging it up. Where to start? Hmm...how about the beginning? My missionary (Adam) and I met at "Get Connected" at BYU-I our first semester up here, Fall 2010. He got up the courage to introduce himself to me (thank goodness!) and from then on we were stuck like glue. We saw eachother every day and became best friends. After about 2 (impatient) months we finally went "official". Oh boy did I have a thing or two to learn about patience, and still do might I add. It all happened so darn fast, it's true when they say falling in love happens fast. It really does! Adam is currently at his home in Colorado waiting to leave for his mission in the Baltics. So technically he's not really gone yet but since I haven't seen him for a month and a half I decided I'd start "my wait" early. Especially since we decided to limit our contact in preparation for his mission. So we only communicate through emails once a week. It's basically like he's gone already. He reports to the MTC on March 9th which is also our 4 month anniversary! (I'm so happy it coincidentally happened like that haha) We're both pretty stoked. So far being an MG is in ways a lot easier and harder than I could have ever expected and I'm excited to see how our relationship strengthens from this experience. There's good days and bad, as we all know, but when I stop and think about it I honestly wouldn't want things to be happening any other way. I love my life, my Heavenly Father, and the many blessings He has given me. Especially the blessing of being loved by such a brave, strong, righteous young man. I've never blogged before and I'm really excited to see how this goes! I love writing so this should be tons of fun. I'm excited to share my stories with all of you and hear yours too!

i love my mish, what about you? ;)

There are a lot of followers and authors! We just need to get a-rolling on writing!
Well, my missionary's name is Elder [Ryan] Duvall. We met in our English 101 class at BYU-Idaho our first semester, freshman year. I was then dating a guy from high school and being in and out of abuse, but dealing with it and to be honest, I was scared to get out of it. Sadly, I was desperate. In this class, Ryan was sitting in front of us and he always would try to engage in conversation that a friend of mine and I always had prior to the start of class.
After the October General Conference, I made the long-distance call to the high school boyfriend and got the guts to break-up with him. I knew it would be hard, but was much needed. Funny enough, I started liking other guys (as is only natural). So, I had even more interesting stories to tell my friend prior to class. Ryan had liked and taken other girls out on dates. I, personally, had no interest in him as I thought he was annoying. How, how little did I know...
About two weeks later, we were assigned together in a group for a project. I was not excited at all. Ryan ended up forgetting about the first group meeting, and I was assigned to make the phone call/text to see where he was. Interestingly enough, he forgot to give us his cell number. So, I had to dig up his school email and hope that he would respond. Within the half-hour, he had responded and apologized for not being there. He had had a crummy day as he had burned the brownie treat for his FHE family (as he was the dad) and then he forgot about the meeting...Life in his world was just great. haha. (What a joke!)
I guess I wasn't mean enough as I let him off easy and offered to help teach him how to do simple brownies from a box. After that, we talked more and visited each other and became the best of friends. The rest is history as we eventually ended up dating the next semester before he left. And now, here I am with 17 months left to go and hearing from him in his weekly, personal, handwritten letters couldn't make me any happier.

I love my missionary because he helps me realize the eternal perspective on life and that I am a daughter of God with great potential. Never before had I had a young man tell me that and truly mean it. So, those weeks that I have had and (sadly will) most likley have again, are hard, but as I reread those letters of months gone by, I know of his love as well as the Savior's. Missionary work is of God. It helps create the men of this dispensation that this world needs.

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This blog is for those of the MG sort living in a small college town: Rexburg, Idaho. We're all in this together! Corny, but true! Let's share our experiences and hopefully have a meet up soon!
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