Sounds like I'm not even going to recognize home when I get there. You better send some pictures quick:) I'm excited to see. So here are a few random pictures. The car and mailbox are from when we had the ice storm. That was crazy. I've never seen one of those before. In one of the other pictures you can see a bruise on my arm. Yep...I'm still clumsy. Especially when water and stairs are involved. Haha! I thought for sure that I had broken my tailbone in that fall. It was a rough night to try and sleep after that. No worries, though. I got better in about a week. Ask me about it when I get home. It's a good story. The other picture is me with my companion, Hermana Barrero. She's great. We're hoping that they leave us together for the next transfer. Yep, we have transfers next Thursday. Everyone pray that I don't have to pack my bags yet again. Here's a secret, though. I still haven't unpacked all the way. Just my desk. I decided that it's just easier to live out of my suitcases. I have to give a talk in sacrament meeting on Sunday. I thought I was going to get through my whole mission without having to do that, and then they give me an assignment right at the end. Great! That's okay. It'll be good practice. Interesting how you think that missionaries get really good at giving talks on the mission. I haven't had much experience with that, but I have learned how to have a lesson. That's different, though, because you get to have a conversation with the people who are listening to you. I feel like when I just give talks I make everyone fall asleep. Oh well, maybe someone needs the naptime;) Well, meet our newest investigator. Marvin. His story is actually pretty funny. We talked to him last Sunday night for a really long time outside on his friend's porch and tried to set a return appointment with him at the end of our lesson. He almost agreed to meet us at a set time the following Saturday and then last minute just decided that we should leave a card with our number on it and he could call us to set something up. Normally, in the mission world that means, "I don't want to have anything to do with you and I just want you to stop talking to me." So, of course, we erased him from our plans for that Saturday. On Friday we got a call from a number that we didn't recognize. My companion answered the phone and when he told her that it was Marvin she had no idea who he was. We both had completely forgotten. It wasn't until he asked if we were still going to meet the next day that she remembered. He actually called back! I think that is definitely a first in my mission. Who knows, though, I have a terrible memory. So we met him at the library the next day and had a pretty good first lesson. He's from Guatemala and is really good at talking a lot if you let him get away with it, but it's fun teaching him. We taught Carmen again today. She came really close (or so we thought) to a decision to be baptized without us even asking, but then explained clearly to us that she would need a lot of time and patience from us before that happens. The good news is, though, that she's doing everything she needs to in order to progress towards that. We're pretty faithful that it's going to happen, we just don't know when. Remember her in your prayers! Have a happy Valentine's Day! I love you all! Hermana Larsen