This is the day that I thought I was ready for. The MTC drop off day. We are standing in front of the Mimi's in Provo. We chose that because it was right next to the Missionary Mall where we needed to pick up some last few things. I am a true believer that everything happens for a reason, it our job to find out why. We had a awesome experience in Mimis where we were seated in a room all to our own. My family has a great love for Polynesian people. (In fact Cole was hoping to be called to Tonga) The waiter happened to be Polynesian. His name was Sal Salanoa. In the course of the meal we found out that he grew up with our Hawaiian cousin. What are the odds? Sal served a Spanish mission. At the end of our meal, Sal sang to Cole a Spanish song called the blessing. It was beautiful! He said that we are now family. It was a great start to a beautiful day.
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