The path to our mailbox has worn thin today as I traipsed out every ten minutes to check for your mission call. I knew our mail doesn’t come until late afternoon and I knew the letter wasn’t mine open it anyway, but somehow I couldn’t resist opening the door, twisting a few dead geranium blooms off their stems as I passed and opening the copper mailbox to find it, once again, empty. Scanning the streets for any sign of the red, white and blue mailtruck I laughed at myself and shuffled back into the house.
It didn’t come: an Eddie Bauer catalog, the Visa bill, lots of political fliers, but no mission call. And since they only come on Wednesday (and today seemed optimistically early) it likely won’t come until next week.
You and I both know it’s probably for the best. Sure, it was easy for you to say, “I don’t want to open it while Dad’s out of town. Let’s just open it Thursday night.”
And it’s easy for Dad to say, “Please wait!” when he’s hanging out at the plant in Wisconsin. But do you truly, honestly think that I could resist peeking with the envelope sitting on my kitchen counter? Oh yes, I could have sailed through dinner and bedtime quite easily, confidently. But at 2 a.m., when the house is silent and my mind is racing with all the possibilities, the letter would have lured me with it’s secrets, water would have been boiling on the stove and I would have carefully, slowly steamed it open.
So we can be grateful– both of us– you, that you can be the first to open your call and me, that I can escape the moral repercussions of such devious behavior.
Much love (and impatience),
You’re too funny. I think the suspence would kill me.
Oops, should have said suspense!
Drat. I was looking forward to the news.
I can’t believe how cool, calm and collected you are!
He’s not even my son, never met him in my life and i’m DYING to know where he’s going!!!!
Arrive envelope, arrive…….
Ring me at 2a.m. and I will listen to your confession =D
I’m with turtle. I don’t think I’ve ever cared about an envelope for a kid that isn’t my own quite so much.
I’m with everyone else, this is killing me. I can’t even imagine how you feel.
My parents have very good connections with the missionary department. How much would it be worth it to you to know?
I cannot wait until next Wednesday. It just has to be the day!
This might make you laugh since you know my dad…when he was in highschool, his friend (now my uncle) Rob brought his call into the highschool hallways. Before Rob could open it, my dad grabbed it and took it into the Men’s Room and opened it. 🙂
You could always try that approach. Forget sneaking. Go for shock value. 🙂
His call might arrive today. Sometimes calls arrive a day or two after that expected delivery date. Have you checked online to see if his call has been sent? (Ben can check). If it has, it should arrive in the next day or two. =)
You know I would totally open it. You get some kind of sinners pass for that since you are a mom. I pretty sure about that.