"i'm looking for elder moberg"

kellie: "she's crying already."

dad: "did it not work?"

scott: "hello?"

one hour, and nine minutes was barely enough time for a phone call from my brother who is  1, 759.1 miles away.

no one will ever understand how important that one phone call every 5-7 months is until they have their own missionary. and no, not your missionary that you're head over heels for, or the one that's been writing you all those months. the missionary who is your brother or son. the one that's in all your childhood memories, who fought your battles for you, drove you anywhere you begged him to, let you hang out with his friends, and the one who hit on all of your friends... 

i cannot wait for the return of my best friend. 

we will tear this town apart.