Me with Marge and Celia. Those 3 (with Sister McSwain) sit on their porch everyday and talk about the clouds. They are a gas. Whenever we drive by we see them out there rocking and talking. Funny gals.
Sister McSwain and Sister Cope
Family! I love you guys!
New Jersey is turning orange, and it's quite lovely. Every morning we run around our neighborhood, and it's so pleasant to listen to the hum of the crickets and smell that distinct "fall" smell ( I'm assuming you all know that smell), and see the moonbeams streaming through the clouds onto the swaying trees. It's swell.
This week we had interviews with President Jeppson, and woof, I love those. He gave me perspective and told me about some of his experiences and asked about mine. He and Sister Jeppson love all of us so much, and I'm so grateful for that. I also did exchanges. I went with Sister Barrett for 24 hours while Sister Cope went with Sister Scoville. So I was in a different area for a day and it was neat. It was interesting to learn from another missionary, especially one as hilarious as Sister Barrett. She's from Alaska, loves ninjas and fantasy, and introduced me to frozen Reeses. And they are sooooo much tastier than room temperature ones. Try them!!! We ate at a Dominican member's house, and it was amazing. And so much, I felt a little sick. She made us try her flan, and woof, I've always thought it looked gross, but not so. Heavenly is a good word for it.
The other day we were driving and thought we'd take a shortcut through the woods on Old Dockerty Hollow (that name alone says, "Get Out of Here!"). As we were driving I thought, I should lock the doors, so I did. To which Sister Cope said, "what, do you think some crazy woodsman is gonna jump out at us?" I looked out the window to the left and replied, "Like that one?" And there out the window was a man jumping, just jumping through the woods with a sword. "Agh! is that a samurai sword?" "No, it's a machete." "Agh! That is worse, that is so much worse!" It was strange. It took us a while of off-roading and probably some damage to the undercarriage of the car before we were able to turn around and take the long way round. On that note, apparently the "most haunted road in America" is in my area. Eeeee.
Well, I love you guys, keep telling me the goings on there. I'm praying for you and I love you!
Sincerely,
Sister Mel
