I think I just angered the monster within when I got to wear pants

HAPPY DAY!

'Twas a good week and I had a merry birthday yesterday.  I received a sweet birthday package from a stranger named Glen.  THANKS MOM/DAD/GENE/MERILEE!!!  I ate everything already.  Obv.  Stay tuned for pictures with the royal fam.  I was so spoiled yesterday because a) my missionary friends love me b) we ditched the square from 3:00 until the end of the night for a half mission FHE!!!  It was the best thing ever.  President Gillette decided randomly to have a Family Home Evening as a mission.  Since we couldn't all leave the square for a day, we split FHE up into two days and I was lucky enough to have it on my birthday.  It was basically a fun picnic-y time with a volleyball net.  Riiiight?  Done.  That's what I did the entire night.  I've been so normal (kind of) as a missionary but I think I just angered the monster within when I got to wear pants and play volleyball with the other sisters.  I was in heaven.

On Saturday, we had the pleasure of taking 5 grown army men on a tour.  They were all super open with asking questions and listening to our answers.  One of them who I call Mr. Clean, for obvious reasons, hard-core creeped me out.  His concern was that he doesn't believe in organized religion.  He says he believes in God but the second man does something, it becomes corrupt.  I told him that we believe man as terrible as we are, can be inspired by God to do great things and therefore, not everything is corrupt.  I told him that he just had to go to Church!  The right one.  He didn't understand why because he just wants to believe in God and let it be.  Then what's the point of beleiving in God???  He just went off about how beleiving in God makes sense but once you tie crazy rules onto it like not getting tattoos, it doesn't make sense.  I can explain!!!  Then he asked what would happen if a member of the Church wanted to marry someone outside of the Church.  I explained the blessings of a temple marriage.  Then he wanted more specifics.  He asked me personally if I married him and he had all the same standards as me and our kids wouldn't have confusion about faith, is the only thing wrong with that the fact that he wouldn't be sitting beside me at Church?  I told him that a marriage outside the temple could be good.  But inside is so much better.  So he told me that I deserve better and he knows I'll get better.  Keeping in mind, he was suuuper creepy.  Then he proceeded to ask me way too many personal questions and I got so uncomfortable.  Yeeesh.  At the end we were all just standing around waiting for my companion to finish up her conversation with one of the other GI Joe's.  Mr. Clean just kept staring at me and I told him that he was frustrating me.  He had all of the right concerns and all the right questions.  The gospel can solve all of those concerns so I told him to go to Church.  He half laughed and then they all just tried to get us to inlist in the army.  Laaaaaame.  I was so frustrated.  Life can be so much better than they're letting it be.  Plus, he was sooo creepy. 

Sunday was amazing.  It's usually not much of a day of rest for us but I loved Sunday because we were so busy.  We spent a lot of time with a young family who had started coming back to Church a year ago.  The mom and Dad were just a river of tears the entire tour.  It was a very powerful tour so we were lucky to be a part of it.  After we let the family go to watch the movie Legacy, we ran to the call center and talked to a woman and her husband from Quebec.  Jenevieve is the woman's name (Yep, it's a J sorry mom) and her husband is Sylvain.  I'm so excited because they live in Montreal but they hate it where they live so they're moving to Ottawa!  They've already been to Church one time in Montreal and they are progressing really well.  We talked to Sylvain for a little while and it was so funny because he thought he was speaking English the whole time but he went in and out of French throughout the conversation.  It was perfect because I could understand everything and my companion just died laughing with the phone on mute because she was so lost.  They're looking for a place to live in Ottawa so I said ORLEANS, duh.  How awesome would that be?  The Chapel Hill Ward would just eat them right up.  They're thinking more downtownish but either way, I'll just have them mension the Kyle name when they go to Church in Ottawa and  I know they'll be taken care of.  I'm so excited!  They have 4 kids too so I'm so excited to be a tiny part of missionary work in Ottawa. 

Other than than that, I keep seeing kids on a leash at the square.  It's like the new thing, I swear.  Who made that okay?  Speaking of which, HAPPY BAPTISM, JOSH BOSH!!!!  I'll be there in spirit. 

Thanks for all the birthday love and letters!
-SISTER KAAAAAATIE KYLE