"Don't Worry, Mom"

About six weeks ago Drew wrote in his 3-sentence email that his President wanted to know if his son could stay with me while he goes to BYU. I emailed back saying that would be no problem at all.

Over the next few weeks, I continued to ask Drew in my weekly email for details about his President's son. I figured it would be easier if I knew details about him; does he speak English?, does he need a car?, how long will he stay?, when is he coming?, etc. These are questions I asked Drew a few times, with no response. He is horrible about answering my questions. It stands to reason, though, because those 3-sentence emails packed with "cool" and "awesome" leave little room for minor details.

So I looked at the BYU schedule, and school begins on September 1st. Wow! So, maybe the boy isn't going to attend this semester. How would I know? I kept asking questions, but nay a response. Grrr... What a goof.

Well, in his email this week he said that the boy is coming on the 28th. What?! The 28th? That is one week away. What time?, What airline?... So I was talking it over with my assistant at work, and he recommended I call the mission office and ask the speak to the President or his wife. Hmm... interesting thought... So I did!

When an Elder answered, I asked if there was anyone there that spoke English. I was hoping SO MUCH that Drew would be the one to pick up the phone. No such luck. I explained to the sweet Elder that got on the phone what my concerns were, and he understood. He said he would have the President call me. Now, according to Drew the President doesn't speak English, so how is that going to work? The Elder also mentioned that the President was in a missionary interview at that time, and that he would ask him to call. I was so excited, because I knew that Drew was there with the President doing the interviews.

So in about three minutes, I get an email from Drew saying "Mom, don't worry. He speaks perfect English. He's leaving on the 28th and he will be going to our ward." And that's it. No more information. So... I guess I will just cross my fingers and hope that whenever the young man arrives at my house I will be here. Because, after all, I shouldn't worry.

I love my son. He cracks me up. What a goof!

Here are some fun videos that prove our missionaries are still just little boys on a big boy errand...

I Have to Start Somewhere

So I've gotten a late start on this project because I'm intimidated by the whole blog thing. But I will catch you up on a few of my favorite stories from Drew so far.

Let me preface this by saying, for those of you that know Drew, he's very... what's the word?... cool. His vocabulary consists mainly of the words "dude", "awesome", "ha" and "cool". He sent me an email recently that was the usual three sentences long, and in those precious three sentences, the word "cool" appeared more than 10 times.

That said... Drew and a few other Elders were walking down the street in Peru. A monkey swung down from a tree limb and smacked him in the face. He tells me the story, and then reiterates (and I can hear him saying this) "Dude Mom. A monkey swung from a tree and smacked me in the face! Isn't that awesome?"

In his email last Saturday he told me a story about his adventures with the mission van. He's living in the mission office right now, serving as the Assistant to the President, and so he uses the mission van to run errands, deliver missionaries, etc. Apparently, though, the van is a little ghetto. Whenever they have to go somewhere, the missionaries have to push it to get it started, and then pop the clutch. He was at the airport the other day retrieving the newest missionaries and the four of them had to push-start the van, all of them in their suits of course. The visual of that makes me giggle. And needless to say, he thinks it's cool.

Well that's enough for now. I'm looking forward to sharing his happiness with all of you.