Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Missionaries

We have had 6 different missionaries living in our basement since January.  We like to call it the "Missionary Dungeon".  Pictured are two of our favorites, Elder Marino (from Hawaii) and Elder Bridges (from Massachusetts).  It has been 6 months and sadly we found them a new home in the ward.  My Dad has been traveling almost every week down for work.  We wanted to give him a space where if he needed to work from our house, he could do so without screaming kids.  Although, I'm sure the missionaries could hear everything up here as we could hear everything from down there.  We could always tell when they were served chili beans for dinner.

Elder Bridges, especially, treated our kids with such kindness and love.  A few days after he was transferred, Davis, stopped by the basement, looked up and me and said, "Bridges!".  He is the only member of his family and doesn't get any letters.  So if any of you cute girls want to write him, just let me know.

P.S. Don't hate me because I look so beautiful in the morning.  Yucka-rama!

5 comments:

The Varo's said...

"good morning beautiful, how was your niiiiiight."

i miss you girl. maybe you should come visit me? maybe we could play on the beach and build sand castles and memories. maybe.

Jake said...

Ha! Ha! I would love to come and visit you! I sure love that song...but not as much as I love you!

Lyndsay Winters said...

How awesome that you got to house missionaries. Talk about dream renters...minus the chili beans :) And that seriously made me cry to think that a missionary wouldn't get letters from home. I want to write him. Send me his address azwinters1@hotmail.com Your kids are darling and you are a hot mama! Loving all your updates Maria, hope you are doing well!

Jann said...

What a blessing for you family to have the missionaries in your home. I am sure it will be an equal blessing to have your dad around more. I am sure your kids are going to love it, seeing how much he adores them.

~Momstar said...

Even a couple weeks later, when grandpa was sleeping downstair and started moving about, Davis squeeled out, "Bridges?" questioning whether he was down there again. Love that boy!