When I Have Grown a Foot or Two
When I was ten years old, I became the second mommy to the cutest little baby in the world.
During the next several years, I mentored him through all sorts of worthwhile activities. For example, here I’ve dressed him up as a mad scientist for the homeschool science fair.
Despite the influence of his older sister, Jesse turned out pretty awesome. Part of me still thinks of him as the curly haired seven-year-old I kissed goodbye when I went to college. In the meantime, he’s grown up to be a handsome, witty, articulate college student who plays the guitar and leaves the ladies swooning on all sides.
Two years ago, he left all that behind to be a Mormon missionary in Mexico City.
During his time in Mexico, Jesse has learned to fit into a new culture, language, and way of life.
He has survived earthquakes, sketchy Mexico City neighborhoods, and the volcano outside his window.
And he’s taught many people about how they can be happier in this life and live with their families forever after death.
Our missionary comes home today, and I’m so proud of what he has done and become during these past two years.
Welcome home, Jesse!