I received a letter this weekend from a missionary. It made me so happy. There wasn’t any bittersweet to it. There wasn’t any hurt or wishing things were different. It surprised me. He’s Ian’s companion. Yes, that’s what I said—Ian’s companion. He told me he has a photo of “Elder Gleason” in his scriptures; He told me he feels him there; He told me he heard Ian’s voice when he went through the temple; and he told me his motivation for going at all was Ian.
How can I feel anything but excitement? Pride? Love? He told me he’s serving not only so his mom can be a missionary mom, but me too.
I got to raise the coolest son—I will finish that job someday, and I’m so glad that he is still influencing people. I can’t really put into words how I feel.
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