People in my mission call Des Moines the "Promised Land", and I can see why. The people here are incredible, the city is beautiful, and they have a Buffalo Wild Wings.
Last night we had a dinner with this family from El Salvador. Before I ate with them, my only experience with this family was a video I saw of their son, kevin, destroying a cake with his face. Needless to say, my expectations were off the charts. When we got there, we ate some tasty mystery part of some animal and then we had the coolest spiritual thought ever. It was pretty normal at the beginning but the dad started to tell us how he loves the missionaries, and how he hates to see them go, and he started to cry when he told us about how he's looking forward to see us and talk with us after we've all been resurrected. It was something I had been thinking about a lot, especially after I left Ottumwa. I miss those people a lot but I'll see them again, one way or another.
I love you all, have a good Christmas and make sure you do what you can to do what Christ would do this time of the year.