I'm preparing a talk for church on Sunday and part of this effort includes me reading through some old journals. It is amazing how inspiring (and at times tear jerking) re-reading old thoughts can be. Many of my thoughts are still the same, but a lot has changed.
Regardless, I come across notes stuck in a page here and there and this one was cute. It was a note typed while my little brother Brett was a Sunbeam (around three years old) which was when I was on my mission.
(-: Dear Rebecca,
I love you! I usually play baseball and while the boys are playing baseball, I play one my swingset. I had my birthday on February and I show pictures of you and all of us and Scot at King's Island. I know the church; we usually go to every day that's Sunday. I feel the church in my body. Craig went toa movie with his friend and Dad got some new silverware and dishes (plates and bowls). He bought one heavy bag of chips. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen. We love chicken and we love you. In Sunbeams i ate chocolate chip cookies; my new teacher, I don't know her name but she has black hair and wore red shoes and a red dress, brought them. I love my parents and my Grandpa and Grandma.
Love, Brett (followed by multiple wingding symbols that I can't replicate here)
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Isn't it amazing that he is now the one on the mission?! What a cute momento to have.
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