Just when you think it can't get weirder, the world throws a bizarre "you're an idiot, and i'm here to tell you to expect the unexpected" kind of curve ball.
Hello, reality. It's nice of you to introduce yourself in a way that I never saw coming.
Come on in and make yourself at home.
So I guess for the next two years, I'll be writing letters to Russia.
I have to say... I held my own. I kept it together for the most part. I was a little bit teary eyed, I have to admit. But I kept myself all glued up.
Until I got down the street.
The music was off. I was silent. And then I started thinking.
Note to self: Never do such a wretched thing.
Salt water cleared my eyes like a full house and a flashing fire alarm.
Austin Daw will serve the Lord in Vladivostok, Russia for the next two years.
It's a wonderful thing. And though it's hard to grasp the idea of your best friend being so far away, I know it's where he needs to be, and I've never been happier for him.
I remember and can't forget:
-how Miss and I spent the afternoon with Austin in Deseret Book with scarves around our heads,
and waited for his missionary scriptures to be finished. Gold writing and all.
(We won't show those horrendous pictures...)
-how Prom couldn't have possibly been more fun. Cold Duck.
He's a grown up now, and it's a little weird. Because that means I have to turn into one of those soon too.
Next time you hit me with something like this, be a little more gentle.