Look what came in the mail today!

We've been hovering around our mailbox for days waiting for a large white envelope from Salt Lake City. 

Our previous Stake President told us that all mission calls come to St. George on Thursdays, but there was no large packet for us in the box that day. 

Of course, we assumed that meant the postman would deliver it Friday for sure, but no, not so. 

Our Bishop told us that all mission calls come to St. George on Saturday. We decided he must be more up to date than the previous Stake President. 

Saturday morning we leaped out of bed to get all of our chores done before the mail arrived. Dean was outside washing windows in twenty-nine degrees so nothing would distract us from our postal vigil. But, no, nothing in the box.

Just to be sure, Dean checked the neighbors' mailboxes, three houses in each direction, on the chance that the mailman was careless. After all, our neighbor's flyers were in our box two days in a row. But, no large white envelopes graced their boxes either. 

He hopped in the car and chased down the mail truck. He told the carrier, "My wife made me come ask you a question. Has all of the mail been sorted today, or is there still some in the post office?" (I'm not quite sure I sent him on that errand, but I didn't keep him from it either.) Unfortunately, she said that every single piece of mail had been sorted and delivered.

Today, Monday, found us in the temple, fully aware that the mailman would come and go beyond our watchful eyes. During a break in my assignments, I scurried home, and there it was! I stashed it in my purse, along with a letter opener and hurried back to the temple to find Dean.

By the time his shift was over, most of the temple workers were aware of the letter in my purse and were as nervous as I was to open and read it. Nevertheless, we found a private spot and shared the special moment of receiving a call from the Lord together.