Not me, just my name tag. See, when I got home from my mission over six years ago, I brought extra nametags and gave one to each of my sisters and my mother for when they went on missions. My youngest sister Jessica got her mission call today. I pulled it out of the mailbox (it came to our parent's house) and called her immediately (as promised). She was in the library at BYU and told me that I had better not be teasing her or she would scream. I swore that I wasn't teasing and she said "Okay, I will be home in one hour. You call mother. I will call father." I said (three times), "Drive SAFELY," just to make sure she got the message.
She was so cute opening her call. I have a photo progression to prove it:
No, she wasn't called to New Jersey. That is a face of pure joy. She is going to Uruguay. Montevideo West. Spanish speaking, of course. I am SO excited for her. So, so, so, SO excited for her. And me. Because when she finishes her mission, you KNOW I am going to go pick her up. But mostly for her because this is a dream mission call. She is the same sister who did study abroad in Mexico so her spanish is pretty good already. She is pumped and has been running around the neighborhood to tell each of our neighbors. She goes straight to the Argentina Missionary Training Center on March 11th, so she has a pretty long wait.
I'm so proud of her. She is such a good person and will do such a good job as a missionary. And I hope she takes my nametag with her, even though hers will be in spanish and say "Hermana Casebolt." And I am going to miss her like crazy.