A Mission to Toca-door

Grandpa Dave and Grandma Julie received a mission call to Ecuador, or as Asher told Crae, (in a loud, highly-enunciated voice) A MI-SHUN TO TOCA-DOOR (duh). After two weeks in the MTC they arrived in Ecuador last Saturday. We are all very super excited to hear about their adventure as they go and have frequent conversations within our little family about what they are doing, what they are eating, what kind of a building they are living in, etc. It has brought much focus on missions and missionary work in general to our lives for which I am grateful because I have to say, I often find it amazing how much information the boys don't absorb. Mostly when the information is delivered to them via my voice. Not even in one ear and out the other, but usually right over the tops of their heads. Then, every once in a while, I find it amazing how much information they actually retain. At their farewell, Dave used the analogy of the seeds in an apple compared to missionary work. You can count the seeds in a an apple, but you can't count the apples in a seed. I think. Now, you have to realize that our bench, which held all boys and cousins, was a slightly rowdy bench. Pretty much nothing got through. Then yestereday, which was about 4 weeks after the farewell, I was peeling peaches and Asher was asking me about the pits. I told him we could plant a pit and it would grow into a peach tree. Out of the blue, Hayes piped up,"Yeah. That's just like what they say in church. You can count the apples in a seed, just not the seeds in an apple." Not sure the actual meaning penetrated, but it just goes to show that when grandpas speak, especially in church, boys listen. At least a little. So, Grandpa Dave and Grandma Julie, we love you, we miss you and we can't wait to talk to you! Thank you for being such great examples to us all:)