"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!

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