it's really p-day.

from a missionaries mom in the philippines, to my cute missionary, to you!
enjoy... because i absolutely love it!

Loving a missionary isn't all play,
The life it demands of you isnt so gay.
Its mostly the having, but not to hold;
Its being too young and feeling so old;
Its a life of skimmed milk--without any cream,
And being in love with a wonderful dream.

Yes, loving your guys means "Goodbye" at the plane,
And two years must pass before you see him again.
You reluctantly, painfully let him go,
While you are aching inside for wanting him so.
Then you wait for his word that everythings well, 
And bide through a miserable letterless spell.

Then comes the mail, you are giddy with joy.
And you pounce like a child with a shining new toy.
You realize that he is so far away,
And your love for him grows greater each day.
You are proud of the job he is helping to do,
And you know he is doing it, THINKING OF YOU!

Loving a missionary is undefined fears,
And crying at night till there arent any tears. 
Then seeking comfort, you kneel down to pray, 
And put your whole heart in the words that you say.
And you find that your feet are on the sand and not sod.
And your source of strength comes only from God.

love and miss you elder, 

xoxo miss.