This past Sunday we had the opportunity to say farewell to our nephew, Luke, who is leaving to serve a two year mission for our church. He was called serve in Madagascar. (An island off the southern tip of Africa, in the Indian Ocean, in case you've never heard of it.) Seriously, if anyone can handle living in Madagascar for two years, it's this kid. He is the most mature nineteen year old I have ever met. (He makes Jared and I look like junior high goof offs.)
I'm trying to figure out a way to get his parents to raise my children so they'll be as sweet and well mannered as Luke!