So, Joanna reminded me of a lot of memories I forgot. Hers is really good!
My first truly clear memory of starting this road called missionary is the one where I came home from school, and was mindlessly watching Rosie O'Donnell, and Mom waking up and mentioning Penta. Then, Mom jumping on board and helping me get my NTBI ducks in a row. Mom comforting me my last semester when I was bewildered and befuddled. Then the email from Dad, and Mom coming that weekend to help me check out and apply to Friend Ships.
You two are always there. You always have been. You are awesome cheerleaders.
Thanks for loving me, and then Josh, and each of my girls as they come along!
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