Grateful Friday

They have added on a new fancy addition to the Missionary Training Center in Provo.  By the time I tried to get tickets for the tour they were all gone.  I was lamenting this sad tale to Olivia and she invited me to tag along with a stake YW trip they were taking.  They had reserved 40 tickets but wouldn't need them all.

So Adam and Mark and I joined up with them.  Clarissa too.  It just so happened that the timing worked for her to take a break from being an EFY counselor at BYU. (Is Provo the acronym capital of the world?  Are Mormons kings of all the acronyms?)

We were walking along the tour, minding our own business when everyone's favorite MTC resident just happened to be walking along!  3700 missionaries and we stumbled upon our own Desi!

Olivia, Clarissa, Desi, me--we all burst into tears.  Maybe Liberty did too and I just didn't notice?  It seems like our birthright, those tears.

There was much hugging and I-can't-believe-we-ran-into-you.

We took pictures.

The aunts:

Olivia and I simultaneously kissed Desi's cheeks after this picture was taken.  I am wearing heels and was on the uphill slope and I was taller than Olivia.  Ha!

The sisters:

Love. These. Girls.

Olivia and I texted Marianne and she didn't answer.  Had she thrown her phone in anguish because we got to see Desi and she didn't?  Was that why she wasn't answering?  Then Olivia remembered, sheepishly, that Marianne was out of phone service because she had gone to get the scouts from their hike, including Olivia's son Ruben.

Later, Adam said that he'd texted Robert a picture.  Oh yeah.  Good thing Adam was there to consider the dad in the equation....

It was my lucky day seeing all these women I adore.  Wonder of wonders.  Sometimes you just don't know what happiness awaits you.

Desi leaves Monday for Hong Kong.

I'm jealous of Hong Kong.