LETTER NUMBER ONE

We got our first letter from Britton on Saturday. He wrote it Wednesday night. He had a very long day. He told us that after he passed the haircut check and shot check, he got his luggage and went to his room to wait for his companion. His name is Elder Sellers from Minnesota. He said that his first meal at the MTC "wasn't all too bad".

He then went to a meeting to meet with his new district and the branch presidency. They were all assigned to be junior or senior companions. He was feeling pretty good to not be called as senior companion until they called him to be district leader. He said that "as district leader, I control the well-being of the district and am in charge of letter pickup." He was a little confused with what else that entails and a little overwhelmed at the whole MTC experience.

He ended by saying to send his love to all and the Church is True.


We have fared pretty good this week. I can't believe that it has come and gone. I am getting used to the quiet. (Britton was by far the quietest one in our house- that tells you that it is still pretty noisy here.) Last night we went to stake conference and came home to a bunch of Coltons friends ruling the house. Colton was too involved reading his book "DIARY of a WHIMPY KID" to notice that they made themselves dinner, and counted that I have 5 bags of the same chips shoved in the closet. I told them that they were my obsession, and I collected them. We walked in just as they found Britton's foam sword from Zions camp. I am grateful we came then, we might have had a bigger mess if not.

Oh well, so is the life of the mother of teens.