Martin's Cove

So my parents are missionaries - something I didn't expect would happen so soon and so abruptly. It was a real quick journey from deciding to go on a mission to being in the middle of nowhere Wyoming living in a little trailer among other Senior Citizens, volunteers dedicated to a tender piece of Mormon history. 

I am so proud of them. They left their home in sunny St. George (to be taken care of by my brother) and left their comfort zone, their business, their friends, their pool, their family, all to be missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. 

It was so much fun to talk to them while they were in the Missionary Training Center . . . 4 of us 6 kids also served missions so it was fun to think of them there . . . and I must say, a bit odd to be speaking with them by phone . . . since for the younger single missionaries, one of the big rules is to not have phone contact with anyone. 

Take a look at their blog - they will be sharing some of their amazing experiences while there. They get to visit with families and youth who go on the simulated pioneer handcart treks. Mom has a mandolin and plays in a little band. Dad gets to learn how to call square dancing. They get to learn about and then teach stories of those brave pioneers who lived the hardships of life back in the day. They've seen where the real marks from handcart wheels cut into the land and remained etched there as a reminder of their journey. Their primary responsibility (among a huge list of other unexpected responsibilities) is to capture memories with video and still photography as a part of public relations. I'm so excited to keep hearing about their experiences, their growth and their testimonies of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Mom & Dad - we love you!!!