Very recently, I was sitting in church thinking about how scary it is that I was just called to be a ward missionary, and then I started thinking about how I might have to speak in church about it, then I let myself daydream about my nephews coming up to sing, "I hope they call me on a mission ..." then I all but bawled my mascara off thinking of them not only growing up but also leaving me for two years.

I am desperate for a nephew hug right now.