This is me and Sister Smith knocking on doors.
This week I received a letter from someone I taught on my mission. I haven't spoken to her in 15 years but what sweet memories I have of that time. She was one of the last people that I saw baptized as a missionary. I am so grateful for those experiences and how it has helped make me the person that I am. It will always be remembered as one of the greatest times of my life.
Sorry about the sappy post, but I feeling a little nostalgic.