“[We went] down to the water [last] night. [We went] down to the water [last] night. Down, down, down to the water . . .”
The reason for my poor attempt to insert some Dewey lyrics into the email is because yesterday I had my first baptism (see photo). That’s right, we went down to the water, and I’ve finally got some points on the board. It was definitely an awesome experience, and it rejuvenated me spiritually and once again reminded me why I am here: to help people find the peace and happiness that the gospel brings. And now we actually have two more people with baptismal dates set for this Saturday, so the last two and a half months in the field are starting to pay off.
As I mentioned as being a possibility in my last email, the elder who I made sure not to burn the bridge with is, in fact, my third companion now. And this last week has been the fastest, most fun week of my mission because of that. It also helps a lot being able to speak my mind and discuss the trials of being a greenie with another missionary who is in the same shoes. I will most likely only have him (Elder Ryberg, from Tennessee) and Elder Castel for one more week, and then they will both move out of my area. It is a bummer because I’m just starting to get into a groove. Oh well, transfers are every six weeks, so I better get used to it.
Thanks for the update on the AHS championship game. That is sweeter than doce de leite—an undefeated season. I wish that I would have had a championship back in high school, but it’s great that Michelle was able to have that experience in her final high school year. I dig the pic you sent too. I see Michelle is thoroughly enjoying her tear-away pants. Hopefully her awesomeness as team captain will help get her a scholarship and maybe a spot on some basketball team in the near future. I’m also happy to hear she will be true blue this fall. And when I get back home, I’ll join her at the Y, and it will be just like high school all over again, which will be awesome.
As usual, everyone sounds busy busy busy. There’s no rest for the righteous or the wicked (as Mom said a couple of weeks back). But you know better than I do that service and work are the keys to a happy life.
That’s pretty cool about Elder Cardon and that you talked to him about his and my experiences. And I think that what you said last spring to me made my farewell talk. Funny stuff.
I know that general conference is always tough on Dad, but it truly is a blessing in our lives. I’ve been looking forward to general conference since I hit the field. And I am really hoping (there is a good chance of this happening) that I will get back right before the fall conference in 2014, which would be really cool.
I haven’t received the packages yet; I should this week, I think. Let me think a little bit more about what I would like for you to send back with that Brazilian family and I’ll let you know—definitely peanut butter. I did actually make my own peanut butter today. It works if you don’t have real peanut butter, and I think that with time I can perfect it, but as of now, it doesn’t quite fill that gaping desire for real, normal peanut butter. Why Brazil hasn’t figured out how to make or at least import peanut butter, I don’t know.
When I get back to Utah, I think I am going to force Dad to go to a Rush concert with me. I know he hates them (ha ha), but they have some songs that I really dig. Hopefully, I don’t miss too many good bands while I’m here.
Well, that is about it for me. I don’t have much else to report on. I always love the rock and roll references (especially last week’s) and journal entries whenever you can send them.
Hopefully, I didn’t forget anything. I love you all and hopefully time from here on out passes as quickly as last week because it was really fast and I always look forward to reading your emails.
Until next week,
With a serious swimming shortage,
Elder Morris
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