A Little Chat

Monday at around 12:30 p.m. our time, I got a Hangouts request from a Jackson Jorgensen.

I thought that I would be able to text him. 

Xavier thought that maybe I'd be able to hear his voice.

We were both wrong.

I got to see his face.

Hear his voice.

Cry with him.

As soon as I saw his face, I let my weeping face fall into my hands.

When I looked up, he was wiping tears.

Oh, to see my boy.

Xavier spoke some crazy Spanish with him.

Xavier said that his Spanish is crazy-good.

Spanish is Xavier's first language and he said that he almost thinks Jackson speaks it better than him.

He is doing SO well.

He is happy.

The children love him.

They always want to touch his hair and look at his eyes.

They are thrilled at how tall he is.

And he's white.

And his hair is blonde.

There are 300 members in his ward.

Only 50 are active.

He said that the ward's only job is to retain and they "suck at it, Mom."

He said that six families that they are teaching showed up to church on Sunday and he gave a 20 minute talk about the Spirit.

Then he told me that he was "able to pass the Sacrament."

I was especially touched at how he was thrilled by passing the Sacrament.

I have never taken for granted watching my four boys take care of the Sacrament duties each week. 

In other ways, though, I was quite grateful that he can only contact us twice every six week cycle. 

I felt out of sorts the rest of the day.

I felt so dang happy, yet a bit sad.

I found that I almost missed him more.

He is where he is supposed to be and I couldn't be more thankful and more proud.

But, man I miss that kid!