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How Time Flies....and doesn't

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When I was "talking" to Ethan online this morning, it hit me.  He just might be home in four months.  Yes, four months.  He's not sure yet if he'll be assigned to come home in May, or July, but I'm hoping it will be May.  If it's July, six months doesn't seem that far away either.

Of course, listening to him "talk" about his new city, Lublin, I would never guess that he has any thought of coming home.  He's ready to start working in a new city, and he can't wait to see exactly what happens there.  He'll be training a new missionary, fresh from the MTC, and he's looking forward to being with him for several months.

I'm sure Ethan would admit that time has flown for him on his mission.  He has done exactly what he is supposed to do:  work hard.

For me, time has moved ever so slowly.  I honestly never thought the six month mark would arrive.  And I'm so happy that it has.  I can handle six more months.

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  1. MarkJanuary 9, 2012 at 9:40 AM

    Haha Ethan's going to teach that missionary how to be a missionary Man-Dog!

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 9, 2012 at 11:03 AM

    I know!!!! The essence of time has been crazy. I can hardly believe how short of time is left on Ethan's mission! Literally, he is going to be home SO SOON!

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  3. The KennedysJanuary 10, 2012 at 11:52 PM

    That will go so quickly! My guess is he may stay until July because they won't want him to go! :)

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