Ouchies and Mustaches

Phone rings…caller ID says Brigham Young MTC…heart flutters. The sweet voice on the other end unfolds a story of Sister Nicole Hill being treated at the clinic for severe stomach pains (& some other less pleasant symptoms). The doctor wants her to see a GI Specialist and needs insurance information. I briefly hear Nicole’s voice in the background. Tears sting my eyes but the mother in me stays composed. Sweet voice assures me I will know how Nicole is doing when she can email or write on P-Day. I ask her if she could give Sister Hill a hug from her mom and she replies…”My pleasure.” Thank you, sweet voice for that kind moment. Phone call ends and tears begin…again!

Now for the “Mustache Mystery”…

As you may have read in Nicole’s email (last post), she told us she found Trevor’s mustache on the bottom of her makeup bag. Lest you think my newly 18 year old son grew a mustache and then somehow ripped it from his face to leave Nicole a reminder of her brother, let me set the record straight. Trevor’s birthday, planned by his cousins, involved a fake mustache. After enduring this itchy, sticky thing on his face for longer than he wanted it was quickly removed. In usual Trevor fashion it was dropped somewhere and forgotten until the email. Now Nicole really does have a reminder of her brother that will follow her wherever her makeup goes.