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