Mom Said

My mom sends out an email about our family (at home)'s week every Sunday night, and last night's was pretty interesting. Here's what she wrote after telling about a convert baptism they had between sessions of Conference on Sunday, where our two full-time missionaries gave the talks on baptism and the Holy Ghost, and each broke down into tears.

And I had the most interesting thought cross my mind. I thought about the story of Ammon in the Book of Mormon, how he went to the Lamanites. When King Lamoni’s servants found him they bound him and brought him before the king. By the time Ammon had talked with the king for a few minutes, the king was ready to offer one of his daughters to Ammon for a wife! And that’s how I was feeling about those missionaries; like they are the kind of young men I’d like to see our daughters marry. (Don’t worry girls, I didn’t sign any documents or anything!!!)

I think this would be intriguing anyway... but especially since Elder Romney has been serving in our ward since August, when we left for school. It was with him and his first companion (in our ward, at least), Elder Durrant, that it first hit me that the missionaries were my age. MY age. I mean, I'd always thought some missionaries were cute or whatever, but now that I was mature enough to actually talk to them, I was also beginning to realize other things as well. I felt so gross at home for even thinking about the missionaries, because... I mean, they're missionaries. I felt like I committed a sin every I time I smiled at them or something. But out here at school where marriage is a lot hotter topic than at home, I've been thinking about Elder Romney a lot. You know, just things like wondering how he's doing, what he'll do after his mission, and maybe what his first name is. He was one of the nicest and most sincere guys I've ever met... but I still feel like a creeper. But now Mom said something about him, too.

Kindof...