This boy.

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Beckerman loves to have his ears scratched. He'll let all of us rub and scratch his cute, floppy ears but when he's looking for the ultimate caressing job, he stands in front of my mom and puts his head down. She rubs and massages his head and ears and neck and he finds no shame in standing there for 5+ minutes while grunting in utter satisfaction. About a week ago, I sat on the floor in front of my mom's chair while she gently massaged the tense muscles in my neck and shoulders due to a miserable migraine. All of the sudden, Beckerman started to paw at my hand and leg. It wasn't until I stood up that I realized what he was trying to convey . . . he was jealous. Here are a few possibilities of what he was thinking at the time: A. Back off Trish. She's mine. B. Your time is up. Move over. C. Did you even consider asking for my permission? D. All of the above Before he had my mom work her magic, he made a statement by sitting on her lap. As you can see in the picture, he thinks his silly protest put me in my place. Little does he know I will not back down! 😃 Bahahaha! #challengeaccepted #beckermanmojibailey

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I found my mission call about a week ago while looking through some old photos. I smiled when I looked at the date; exactly 20 years ago - today - I opened my call to serve. I remember the excitement, the nerves, as well as an overwhelming feeling of peace. I knew the location of Disneyland and I knew I loved the beach, but I had no idea where Roseville was nor did I know how much I'd love the time spent near the Redwoods with people I still love to this day. Shortly after I arrived, it became crystal clear that this was the mission I was supposed to serve in and the people I served with were meant to be as well. I learned more from those I taught than they ever learned from me. When I reminisce about my time in the California Roseville Mission, it often feels as if it was all a dream; I'm guessing that has to do with the fact that I'm getting old. 😅 I loved my time there and have so many good memories, but I would be lying if I said it was easy. It wasn't. In fact, I can remember a few times when a bus ride home seemed like a good idea. It may have been the hardest thing I've ever done, but it was, without a doubt, the best thing I've ever done. I am humbled, grateful, and consider myself very blessed to have served in the California Roseville Mission.

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No words are needed.

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