The Boy in Fuji

We heard from the boy in Fuji today.  He's such a jolly missionary.  A tender mercy I didn't quite expect.  I expected a little bit of negativity, but we don't get much.  We get happy times, happy faces, happy stories. 

He's skinny.  Maybe I should go to Japan for a bit.  He's had a string of difficult companions.  Transfers are next week on his birthday.  I'm hoping he gets a happy American missionary who wants to work hard.  I sure do treasure my Sunday night e-mailing sessions. 

I heard Craig bore a great testimony at church today.  I got out of bed for a few hours.  Progress.  Caroline had a planning meeting with her dance group for the next girls' dance.  I have no idea what girls do at their endless dance planning meetings.