An Unexpected Letter

We walk in today and start doing the usual, post-trip things. As my mom is going through the mail, she hands me something and says "From Elder O'Connor!?"

Backstory: back in the day, when I was in Kindergarten, my mom and another mom in our ward set up a carpool/playdate situation with another little boy, Ryan. So after school we were usually playing together and we were slightly insane and we were pretty much best friends. But then that summer, they moved to like Santa Clarita or something like that. So we stopped talking. If we had been just a few years older, we might have stayed in touch through the internet, but we were too young.

So I pick it up and think "holy cow! Ryan!!!" I knew he was on his mission and had actually been meaning to write him but I didn't want to deal with buying more postage in Germany, so I didn't and then I kept forgetting when I got home. It was such a pleasant surprise, I didn't expect him to be the first to write, but I'm glad that he did.