May 5, 2014
My favorite family here in the Woodlands has now coined me
with the nickname "Hermana Ballerina." They were the family we were
with when E made that comment about me dancing behind our car. Since that
point they all start dancing every time I dance--didn't realize how often that
was. So Hna Ballerina it is.
In other news: I am getting transferred.
I LOVE the Woodlands. I love it. I love the people here. I
love the area. I am sad to be leaving. Some of my dearest lifelong friends reside
here. My Ward Mission Leader called me this morning and asked if I was leaving
and then said some nice things to me (he was speaking in Spanish of
course). At the very end he says, in his
broken English, "Hija, I love you a lot." So that broke my heart a little bit. And these
past two weeks I have become like super close with my bishop--which
makes leaving hard. But the hardest of all is leaving J. J and I are BEST
friends. Like, E round two. I don't know what it is about me and those recently-released-from-jail,
but seriously, we bond like none other and LEAVING HIM BREAKS MY HEART.
I always know when I am getting transferred because I have
moments where I am sitting in church and I look out at everyone and just start
to cry because I love them all so much. As soon as my love is that deep
they rip me away! I love the people here so much. I just wrote a
very long paragraph trying to describe that love and those feelings, but then
deleted it because it just wasn't adequate. They are just part of my heart. I
love them. I hope those words can stand
alone and describe to you what I mean.
And I love each of YOU. I’m so excited to talk with my dear family
this Sunday!!!!!!! It’s the last time I’ll talk to you, on the mission, before
returning to your arms! When did that happen? I feel like a week ago I was
calling from the airport or standing outside the church building calling the
house, then mom’s cell phone, then dad, then Kirstin, than the house again,
then mom again—trying to let you guys know what time I was going to call LAST Mother's
Day. Oh how time flies.
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