Saturday we went down Centerville/Salt Lake City way to attend my step-nephew, Christian’s missionary farewell. On Wednesday he will be flying to Mexico City, Mexico to the Missionary Training Center, and from there will spend the next two years in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania’s Spanish-speaking mission. Boy how time flies when you’re fighting acne flares. It seems like just yesterday when he was 12 years old torturing his brother and the geezer cat.
We went to dinner at this little hole-in-the-wall Thai food restaurant, which frankly, when we pulled up scared the bagoobers out of me as it was a rundown old place situated next to a Tai Chi studio and a nail salon. Nevermind… I’ll search the roads for the freshest kill and build up a fire. It turned out to be good food, though, so I guess the moral of the story… don’t judge a book by its restaurant building.
From closest to camera, clockwise… Christian, Ethan, Shayne, Lindsay, Madre, Aunt Mel, Uncster Phil, Uncster Shane (he who served a mission to Thailand and still has some impressive Thai language skillz), Pretty Jean, Padre (checking the sports scores?), and Christian’s date (whose name I forgot… FORGIVE ME)! That’s a table full of good people, if you ask me. Even our Thai hostess had to take a picture of us on her own phone because we were such model restaurantees.
On Sunday, Christian gave an excellent farewell talk at church and then we had to stand in a line 600 feet deep full of all of his friends to get this picture. One of the many reasons he’ll make a great missionary… everyone likes Christian.
The people of Philadelphia are gonna be some lucky folk to get to have Christian grace their city for two years. He’s a quality guy, smart as two whips, kind, and knows his spiritual stuff! We’ll miss the dude out this way, though. Adios muchacho… see you in two years!
PS- Family… if anyone needs to know what to get me for Christmas, it would be this house and a partridge in a pear tree.
Doesn’t it make you want to curl up in front of a fire with a Dickens novel and a carafe of hot chocolate!? Consequently, while I was taking this photo, some dude in a big white truck stopped in the middle of the road, rolled his window down, and asked if I needed help. Apparently, I have the look of a lost soul on a regular basis. This is time 8000 someone has thought I had dementia and forgot where my home was.