Cammo

Cammo is home! He stopped by the house tonight. He got home from Argentina yesterday afternoon, gave his homecoming talk in church today (without telling anybody, by the way, of course he said that he had lost everyone's phone number) and he had a hard time talking English. That's the way I know he was a good missionary. He was involved with the people, out being with them, teaching, preaching and helping as good missionaries do. It's funny watching missionaries talk English after being immersed in another language and culture for 2 years. His Spanish is better that most people that go to Argentina, however. Not so much vos, che and the buzzed double l and "y" sound. Those who know Spanish know what I mean. Anyway, I got to thinking about how fast the time passed. It just doesn't seem possible that it had been 2 years and, in fact, it had been longer because he extended another 6 weeks. We also found out that while he was serving, his folks were in Africa serving a mission as well. That family must have truly been blessed. I am excited for my youngest son to go. I hope and pray that he remains true and faithful and continues in his desires to serve. I hope that any of my kids that want to go, can go and know that we will do all we can to support them. Anyway, it was great to see Cammo!