After talking to you on Skype at Christmas, I decided to start trying to write more letters. I usually sit down to write a letter and cannot think of anything to say. That is something I feel I have come to learn about myself on my mission so far; I am not good at communicating through letters or emails or texts or anything like that, but I’ve gotten pretty good at talking to people face to face. I need some interaction . I think that’s something I’ve developed and I hope it’s something you notice as well, when I get home.
I’m sorry I won’t be home until the end of October. I feel bad for ruining any plans, but I hope we can still go on a family trip then. I really want to go do something with my family when I get home. I really want to do what you had planned in October and I feel kinda stupid for messing it up. Can we still do it if we just push it back a little? I’m sorry.
I can’t wait to get home and do things with you all and go places with you all like we used to. I always loved family trips, but looking back now, I don’t feel like I appreciated the family part of those trips enough. There is not a moment in my head that I remember being more happy or having more fun than I was with one, or some, or all of my family. I oove you all so much, and I can shamelessly admit the truthfulness in the words, “You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone,” because I didn’t. But instead of regretting what I wasted before, I promise to treasure each one of you that much more. I promise to be a better brother and son.
|Football for Elders of the Cauayan Zone, before Elder|
Hufstatler (with football) goes home.
I love and miss you all.
Mahal ko kayo,