Dear Fat family:
I don't want to come home looking perfectly well rested, a size 2, clear glowing skin, perfectly up kept hair...
I want to come home with tired watery eyes from waking up at 6:30 every day. I want to come home with scarred, beat up feet from walking miles and biking. I want to come home a little chubby from wonderfully spent evening in members' homes lovingly being fed. I want to come home with dry, tired hair from showering every day and never having time to do anything with it. When I come home, I want people to know I worked my bum off and that I truly truly loved the people of West Texas and east New Mexico. That is what's important. The mission flies by. I blinked and now I've been out 6 months.
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