normal people

It occurred to me last night that as of midnight, we are no longer missionaries. We stayed up to watch Letterman (something we don't usually do-and of course I slept through most of it), and as I went to bed I knew that we were fully released. I woke up this morning thinking-hey, I am a normal person once again. After nine years of being "ON"-I can go to Meijer this morning with my hair messed up, I don't have to feel like I have to smile at everyone--and best of all--I can finally get my nose pierced. (mom-offer still stands to get the buttons done)