past the mission

I went to my mission reunion last night and and I know, blah, blah, blah, charlas, blah, blah, who cares besides the kids I served with in Armenia.

But sometimes since then I think I'm lucky we were just a few there during my time and I'm lucky my mission president is such a kind hearted man and I'm lucky a companion became my sister-in-law and I'm lucky Mikey is like a brother.

And even though some of these boys drove me batsh*t nuts sometimes when they were 19 year olds and I was most definitely not a 19 year old, the reality and space of non-mission life has mellowed us all and I love, love seeing their faces...and I'm definitely lucky to have them around with regularity.