Five

Tonight I fed a thousand pounds of missionaries. (No I didn't ask their combined weight, they volunteered it.) In addition to our whole family and my cute friend who lives with us. And we even had food left over. Not much, but enough to be counted as leftovers. Not bad since their request to come to our house tonight happened yesterday during a baptism at the church.

They are mighty good young men. And I have to admit that even with the rush and craziness this afternoon to get it all together, this is one of my favorite sights to see. Five pairs of black shoes. Five missionaries sitting around our table. Five young men serving their God. Five incredible examples blessing our little family.