Three weeks could be a lot of things in my life.
How long it’s been since I did laundry.
Could be true, but not today. I did lots of laundry yesterday.
How long I’m going to be gone on a cruise.
How long it takes me to eat a box of cookies.
Today, three weeks is how much longer my “little” brother Gregan has left on his mission. (I say little, because he was 6’4″ when he left. Now? Who knows?) He’s serving in the St. Louis, Missouri area, and we’re anxiously awaiting his return. A lot has happened while he’s been gone: his only brother got married, but luckily he already knows our new sister-in-law, since they went to high school together. He has two new nephews and a new niece. He doesn’t know them. But since two are newborns, they’re pretty easy to fake a relationship with. And since the other is my oh-so-adorable Liam, well, I already know he’ll be the favorite. 🙂
So, here’s a couple of pics, for your viewing enjoyment:
The night before Gregan left, looking all missionary-like:
And how he really is:
A picture of pregnant me (I was about 6 months along) and Gregan at the MTC:
A picture he sent home a few months ago:
So, Gregan, if you’re reading this and it makes you trunky, sorry. We’re getting trunky, too.