Tonight we had the missionaries over for dinner. We love the missionaries! We haven't had them over in a while, so the boys were really excited. I didn't realize how excited...
About half an hour before they came, and right after Daddy came home, they were running, wrestling, laughing, etc. all before they came over. Holy cow! They were more excited than I anticipated! When the missionaries arrived (and dinner was still cooking... oops!) the boys were all smiles and chatter. The Elders sat down and were instantly bombarded with super heroes, dinosaurs, kids sitting next to them, and more. Bless their hearts, they took it all in stride.
The boys mostly called them "missionaries" or "Elders" occasionally, but Gavin went a tad further. The Elders dress in dress pants, white shirts, ties, and their name tag. The only real distinct feature is their tie. Gavin took hold of this and started referring to them as "Purple Tie!" and "Blue Tie!". Seriously. It was their name. And it was adorable.
The night was full of adorable antics and some embarrassing moments (like Gavin putting his half-eaten sandwich on Purple Tie's sandwich). James really came out of his shell and was so sweet talking and asking questions (his best were "What is your favorite food?" and "What is your favorite treat?". So proud of him making conversation!)
I love that my boys recognize something special about the missionaries. I am so grateful for their dedication to the gospel, to sacrifice two years to serve the Lord. I've always had an admiration for the missionaries and it never ceases to amaze me the special Spirit they have.
Future missionaries!!! :)
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