The big white envelop arrived for my brother on Wednesday. We opened it last night before dinner (with my sister on speaker phone from California). And to help make the announcement a little more fun for you to guess (because we were ALL wrong), here's a little help from Roger & Hammerstein. (Cue Orchestra) Shall he dance? No. No. No. (That's not allowed.)
On a bright cloud of music shall he fly? (Flying would be the fastest way to get there.)
Shall he dance? No. NO. NO.
Shall he then say "Goodnight and mean "Goodbye"? (Well, good bye for 2 years, at least.)
Or perchance,
When the last little star has left the sky, (at least from that side of the world)
Shall we still be together (Families are Forever is one of the messages he'll teach)
With our arms around each other
And shall you be my new romance? (Now that is DEFINITELY NOT allowed!)
On the clear understanding
That this kind of thing can happen, (It better NOT, little brother!)
Shall he dance? No.
Shall he dance? NO.
Shall he Dance? NO! Ok. So that worked out better in my head than it did here. But without further ado, my brother is going to...
Thailand, Bangkok
Understand the King and I reference now? He leaves June 3rd for the MTC and will be there for 12-13 weeks (Just long enough to perhaps, be in the country when my baby.) The family is all excited. Mom's already making plans to go pick him up, if possible.
Now, back to your regularly scheduled Friday fun. :)