Letters from Mexico :)

I have been having a tough week this week for lots of reasons. All of which make me miss Landon of course. Yesterday was the worst day of them all and then to add to it I had to be up at 6 this morning to go run sprints with my team for an hour. I usually check the mailbox everyday, but have been avoiding it this week because I was tired of opening it to nothing. As I sat eating my lunch I got a text from my dear roommate informing me in all caps that I had 2 letters from Elder White! :)

I almost started crying and I literally could not see because my smile was so big my eyes couldn't stay open. I keep asking myself how these things work out, on the worst days I seem to get a letter or have something happen that makes everything ok. Then I realize I am dumb for not knowing that it is my Heavenly Father watching over me and allowing me to have these tender mercies that let me know everything will be ok. The letters were incredible. His e-mails are great, but I don't get to hear his personality in them because he has so little time to write. It was great to hear the same Landon I fell in love with coming out in these letters. I laughed and cried, read and re-read them both! What a wonderful surprise when I least expected it and I am one lucky girl because I get another one tomorrow.

The Lord always knows how to make you appreciate where you are what you have got. I am so thankful to have wonderful people surrounding me. Especially my roommates, these girls are the best friends I could ask for. Even though sometimes I can't sleep because my roommate snores so loud, (currently happening right now, but at least I'm not trying to sleep yet), I love singing with them, laughing so hard I cry, being complete idiots, wondering how we use so many dishes in one day, laying in our beds with the lights out just talking for hours, texting each other in the other room to tell them we miss them, writing letters to each other out loud, but most of all I love the friendships we have made that will last a lifetime.

The worst of weeks was turned around because of roommates, tender mercies, and letters from Mexico. I love my missionary! Only 89 weeks left! No more 90's! :)