Are You Ready for the Big Reveal?

This was supposed to be posted yesterday. Our internet was down. I was sad. Hope you missed me.

What an emotional week this has been.  Last night (Wednesday night) was . . . . unforgettable.

Tucker called about 10:30 am.  The mailman had brought him a large white envelope from Salt Lake City.

We rallied the troops.  Called Grandma and Grandpa.  Called Heidi and Sam.  Arranged a time.  Time was set. 7 pm.

I could hardly concentrate all day.

I cleaned house.  I made chocolate chip cookies.  I tried to work on my lesson.

6:45 pm--Brad set up Skype to Provo.  Friends and family assembled, ate cookies, and made small talk.

6:55 pm--Grandma and Grandpa were on the land line. Heidi and Sam were on my cell phone. Both phones found homes in front of the computer's speakers.

7:01 pm--Tucker's face appeared on the computer screen.  Family and friends in Mesa, Provo, Twin Falls and Rexburg all waited while he tore open the large white envelope.

"Elder Denton," it began.

Then some other words that I don't remember.

Then, ". . . called to labor in the New York New York City South mission of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints"

. . . some more words I don't remember . . .

. . . then "reporting to the Provo MTC on May 18,"

. . . then some more words not committed to memory, then, ". . . in the Spanish language."

After the excitement died down, when the house was emptier and quieter, the phone rang.

"Hi, Mom."
"Hi, Tuck.  What do you think?"
"It just feels right."

That's all I needed.

New York City.

Long Island, Staten Island, Bermuda.

Spanish.

May 18th

And so the new adventure begins.

I'm still in shock.