BOY CRAZY

I will be kicking myself for the rest of my life for this one: Elder Holland, accompanied by Elder Godoy (from Brazil) of the 70 visited our stake this weekend to call a new Stake Presidency. After the Saturday evening session, my dad took Marc to meet Elder Godoy so Marc could use his rusty Portuguese. Seven years off of his mission + a Spanish class to rough things up a bit = rusty Portuguese. Unlike our friends Snow and Summer (where have you been, Summer--did you fall out of the Blogosphere?) Marc doesn't teach me any. Maybe this weekend will have kicked our booties in gear. But that is not why I'm kicking myself. Lets get back on track! My dad whisked Marc away, but not before I gave him a hug and kiss and got really excited for him and wished him well. Why on earth I didn't go with him, I will never ever ever know. My brain was somewhere else and my body stayed sitting next to my mom. When Marc found me again, I was chatting with some new friends from our new ward. The next thing I knew, Marc was telling me how Elder Godoy had to go after their brief chat and as he shook his hand, Elder Holland followed and shook his hand, too. If I had just gone with him maybe Elder Holland would have shaken my hand and maybe, just maybe because I am a woman, he would have cupped my face and told me he loved me like he did to my dad and to my mom. Like I said, I will be kicking myself for the rest of my life for this one.