Re: Momma

Dear Momma,
Good Morning!
Have you seen Chynna's old future husband in the Apostolic group?
As for my future husband... I haven't heard from him in over 2 weeks. If you do email him today, let him know my companion really doesn't mind me getting mail - she wishes I were getting something at this point.
And provided that I see some mail soon, I think Nate and I will manage to pick out our own date just fine, thanks. I want him and me to plan our wedding together, Momma. It's the first big thing for us to do as our own family, and it's the only wedding we're ever going to have. I want it to be something that really is mine and his.
Anyway, things over here a going well. Halmstad's a rainy little town, so I'm grateful the sun's shining today.
Sister Sprague and I are starting to feel at home here. We've got some fun investigators. There's this paranoid lady named Annette; she's got a baptismal date set, but she refuses to give out her number or tell anyone at church where she lives just to make sure no one pressures her to get baptized. We have two other with baptismal dates, but we haven't met them because they're on summer vacation. Then there's Marketta - a super sweet little Finnish lady with a huge alcohol problem. She's NEVER sober, and the poor woman can't remember anything we tell her. She sometimes calls us in the middle of the night, then hangs up right away. It would be funny if it weren't so sad. Let's see... who else? We're teaching a Buddhist kid. He believes in the skinny Buddha, not the fat one. Did you know that there's more than one Buddha? I sure didn't. Then there's Ingvor - an inactive member we're visiting who believes in reincarnation. Not sure how that one slipped through the baptismal interview questions. And Kelvish, the newly baptized member who believes that everyone's just out to pick on him. I asked the bishop yesterday if our Elders Quorum President has autism. Turns out he doesn't, but the bishop thought it was really funny that I asked. Sometimes as a missionary, I feel like I'm running a grown-up day care center. Anyway, we were over at the bishop's house for dinner yesterday. They let us fill a big bowl with cherries and wild strawberries from their yard, and we got to pet their neighbors' horses. Actually, Sister Sprague petted them. I was too chicken. Especially after Sister Sprague's arm touched the electric fence and the shock went through her and into the horse. That was not a happy animal.
I love you very much, Momma. I love the work I'm doing, and I'm grateful that you're supporting me in it. Thanks so much for your prayers and your love and the resources you've given. I love you the most.

Love,
Syster Hillary Kiser