I've been keeping a monumental secret from you.
For the past two years, I've written a Mormon Missionary. My Missionary.
His name is Chris Green, he served in Houston, Texas, and is now fluent in Spanish.
He lands in the Salt Lake City Airport in two and a half hours.
I'm sitting in my apartment, waiting for one o'clock to roll around, which is when my shift starts, and I'm staring at this two-inch binder
They are filled with amazing spiritual thoughts from a really, really amazing spiritual man. They contain his hopes and dreams for the future, his desires, goals and pet-peeves.
This binder contains the letters that helped me really understand Christopher Green, and we've formed the strongest friendship through these.
I'm rifling through a large purple shoe box filled with mementos, envelopes and lots of green ribbon.
I kept the best looking envelopes and stored them in this box, with plans for future decorating ideas.
I've been waiting for August 2012 for two years, really more than two years, seeing as he prepared for his mission for at least four months.
So he's home today. Today. TODAY!!
I've waited for this day for two years, and it's finally here.
Welcome home, Chris. I can't wait to see you on Saturday.