Querida Familia y Amigos,
Mmmm... So, we were going down this steep hill last week to avoid walking all the way around and wasting our proselyting time, and it was raining (you know, because this is Washington), and Hermana Brunsdale slipped. I was inching my way down, and I looked up just in time to see her feet and head be level, then gravity take over and her plop onto the ground. We both started cracking up. She was fine, just really muddy, and it was the highlight of our day. It was so funny.
We had some really good lessons this week. A recently returned missionary was home from school for the holidays, and he was so excited when we invited him to come to lessons. He even wanted to come tracting with us. Being a missionary is so great, I don't blame him for getting excited. (: We all know the first thing I'm going to do after I get home and take a nap is go knock on the sister missionaries door and ask if I can be their chauffeur because their biking missionaries so I can go to all their lessons. I would have to do it before 10am (because they're English, otherwise it'd be 11am, because they'd have language study), between noon and 1pm, or after 9pm, though. They wouldn't be at home the rest of the time. Or I could look up their phone number on the online directory and call them. That might work better.
So... This week was good. That's about it.
Love you guys!
Hermana Miller
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