Story of a Call

Somehow it's December...
I'm still not sure how that happened, because last I checked, I was stepping off a plane in Salt Lake City - having just come home from my wonderful adventures abroad, and it was October.
Even that seemed wrong.
The past 6 months of my life have been such a wonderful ride that I hardly remember getting on! One minute I'm on my way to Rexburg, in a random car, with a random Vietnamese chick, and then next thing I know I'm getting a letter in the mail telling me I'm going to be spending the next 4 months preparing to serve a mission in the Alps!
That's really why I started writing this post - because 2 weeks have passed since I got my call, and I've yet to post about it!
But simply posting about it wont do.
No no...I think this calls for a little story.
So go ahead and put your footies on, grab a juice box, and get ready for the story of my lifetime.
(Don't worry - there's pictures...)

Once Upon a time, there was a girl...

Who grew into a bigger girl...

Who grew into a bigger girl...

Who grew into a Missionary.

This Missionary, however, was a sad Missionary...

For all the other Missionaries had their calls...

But this poor Missionary did not.

She waited...

And waited...

And waited...

And waited...

Until one day she saw...

HEDWIG IN THE SKY!

She had come with her mission call!

But then this poor missionary had to do some more waiting...

And some more waiting...

And some more waiting...

AND EVEN MORE WAITING!

Until finally all her family was home!

Well...in a manner of speaking...

Then the magical moment arrived...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFhKxLqQvCQ

And she lived happily ever after.

THE END.