I Hope They Call Me On A Mission!

Ok, Ok..  I've already grown a foot or two and I've already been on a mission.  But I still hope they call me on a mission, again!  

I have so many memories of my time on my mission.  There were so many highs and so many lows and so many in betweens that made up my twenty six months on my mission that I would have a hard time picking out my favorites.

Wait-- what's that you say?  Twenty six months?  

Yes-- you read that correctly.  I spent the last eight months of my mission working on temporal affairs in the mission office.  I thought I'd be home on the 23rd of December-- just in time for Christmas.

However-- one day in October my mission president invited me to his home.  There he had Oscar Meyer hot dogs-- a real delicacy where we were as they were only available on US military sites in the country-- a couple of buns, a block of cheese and a microwave oven.

As any five star chef would do, he lovingly split each hotdog in half, put a thick slice of cheese between the halves and put the hot dogs in the microwave.  Five star gourmet for sure.

He asked if I would mind staying an additional two months due to there being no one to replace me.  

This was a lot to ask--  I was headed home for Christmas!  My family had a trip planned for the week between Christmas and New Years.  I would be starting school in January!  Staying meant none of that would happen.

However (not to sound too righteous here) I heeded the call and stayed.  You know the saying the best two years?  Well those two extra months were the best two months of the best two years of my life.

Every time we get an order for a cutout or a banner or one of our other products I still reflect on the brilliant time I had on my mission.  

I hope in my future that they call me on a mission, again!

(My mission office on a cold winter's day)