i spy with my little eye.

so my sister, the sister missionary, has been gone for one week tomorrow, even though if feels like she's been gone for a month.  we haven't heard anything from her, which is surprising since she wrote this on her blog once upon a time.  i have had enough of this not-hearing-from-my-best-friend business and decided to try to "run into" her after a visit to the provo temple (which happens to be across the street from the mtc where courtney may or may not be living currently).  since the mtc accommodates somewhere around 4,000 missionaries, there had to be some bopping around.  indeed, there were many young men, all dressed up with those adorable little black tags, but nobody who even resembled my

fashionable

beautiful

darling

sweet

sister wightman.

so my search continues.  i sure hope that

everyone is nice to her

she likes the food

she can sleep in a new bed

she is learning and loving it

she is excited

she isn't too homesick

she remembers what i look like

i remember what she looks like (it's been so long)

but i really hope that

she will write soon.

because i miss her.

lots.