This is one of the first emails William ever sent me, and the very first time he ever busted out the Curlz MT. Now he only saves it for special occasions. Like when he offers to drive me off a mother-effing cliff.

In! Milledgeville!

Apparently, my brother saw the missionaries riding bikes along a road in Milledgeville one day. He wasn’t aware there was a local LDS presence. The only other place he’d seen missionaries was in Macon, so naturally, he thought the Elders had ridden their bikes from there to tract in Milledgeville. Naturally.

For reference:

I am visiting Daniel in his small college town. I have only recently picked up my camera after six months away. It has been a long. six. months. Personally. The camera has not missed me much.

I’d taken some snapshots of all of us as we walked through the store and as we readied to leave, they asked me to walk through and take a few more that they might use for the website. Whatever, I know nothing of mine will ever end up anywhere. But it was a nice sentiment.

This window, though—I am so glad I have this now to remember its light.