Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Our Love Story pt.10: The Mission Call

previous entries here

On October 28th, 2012, after over a year and a half of dating, Nathan got a large envelop in the mail.

We were expceting it to come that day so I sat in class anxiously looking at my phone. It started buzzing just a few minutes into class and I ran out.

I frantically said,  

"Hello?!"

He said, "I think I got a mission call."

"You think?! How are you not sure?"

"I thought a mission call would come in thicker envelope."

"OPEN IT!!"

No grand opening ceremony for us. Nathan had worked too long and too hard to wait any longer. Plus, I am super impatient. So right there on the phone, him standing at his mailbox in Salt Lake, me hididing behind a building on BYU campus, he opened his mission call.

"Oh my gosh, I'm going on a mission. I'm going to St. Louis. Oh my gosh I leave January 6th."

I don't remember much of what we said after that. I rememmber being so shocked that I was so shocked. I knew this was coming but it wasn't real until he had that call. And now it was very real.

We got off the phone and I went back into class. But it was clear after a few minutes that I couldn't stay. I quickly grabbed my things and peaced-out. I got in my car and started driving. And then I started crying. And then I felt selfish for being so sad that he was getting such an amazing opportunity and I cried even harder. I texted my teacher for my class that night and told him I was sick and headed straight out to Salt Lake. It was good for me to see Nathan because his excitement was infectious. I couldn't help but be happy when I saw how happy he was. He called all his family and let them know. Then we made a list of all the things he needed to get before he left. We also made a list of all the things we were going to do to stay close: packages, recorder, letters.. it made me feel better.
Don't mind this disgusting picture. I was crying okay guys!?
Nathan didn't cry a single tear that night. I'm glad he didn't. I cried more than enough for the both of us. His strength is really what got me through those two years. He had faith that he was doing the right thing and everything else would work out. It's one of the things that I love most about him. His perfect faith.

He was leaving in exactly 60 days from that night. So we made plans to live it up until then.

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