As if we didn't have enough boys in the house, we decided to invite the missionaries over for Christmas breakfast. And we have two sets of elders in our ward. So I was out numbered by the boys...8 to 1.
Spencer and I invited the missionaries over for breakfast our first Christmas in Ohio. We have no family out here and had no kids at the time so we decided to share Christmas with someone else who didn't have family around. Who better than the missionaries. It's become a tradition and we've done it ever since. It's always fun to have the missionaries in our home.
To the families and friends of these great elders: You all have raised wonderful sons. They're are working hard...in rain and snow. They don't even quit for Christmas. Good work. It was a pleasure sharing Christmas with your boys. They all carry a great spirit with them that brightened our Christmas morning.
I thought you might enjoy a few pictures. I didn't take as many as I intended to. This is what your boys have been up to today:
Can you believe it, four missionaries and not one from Utah? Two from So Cal. Can I get a Whoop! Whoop! (I grew up in Corona.) One from AZ. (Where my entire family lives...in fact, my mom is in the same stake as Elder Heal's family.) And one from Washington. Way to represent the West! As always, it was an enjoyable way to spend Christmas morning.