In honor of the newest missionary...

My brother Reid is one of the freshest missionaries currently serving with 54,000 others around the world for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. We are all so proud of him. Last Wednesday I cried so much I couldn't make any more tears come out, but at the same time I was ecstatic. In Reid's honor I have promised to listen to only rap music for 2 years until he returns. No but really...Here are a few of the things we are all going to miss:

-Reid's humongous t-shirts that are really like dresses.
-Reid's dinner table humor (usually slightly off color).
-His lovely habit of mooning everyone (ok that was cute when he was 2 but now?).
-Being made fun of for being a liberal (me) and being a player (Hayley). Neither of the preceding statements are true incidentally.
-Reid punching Dad all the time, "just for fun."

After we managed to get Mom (sobbing) out of the Missionary Training Center (I'm spelling everything out for those that don't speak Mormon), where she left her only son, I thought she might have a breakdown. But she held on pretty good and even took us to Cafe Rio, although even my favorite pork taco salad couldn't abate the cryfest. We know he's going to be great, and we can't wait for his adventures! (We just keep telling ourselves that.)


On a slightly lighter note, Bryan and I went to the Hotel Del Coronado on Thursday to realize my holiday dream of skating on their ice rink (beachside). Well, Bryan informed me on the way there that he had never been ice skating before. When we got there, the rink was so melted that people were making wakes behind them while skating...Beside the fact there were no adults on the whole rink. I decided one fall in that kind of mess would leave Bryan freezing, sopping wet, and miserable. Oh well, maybe next year the ice will be icier! We did get some pretty sweet photos though!

More coming after the holidays...