My baby is all grown up

It all started in February 2007 when I picked her up from the mission home.

I taught her the ways of tracting and contacting in the cold Canadian winter.

As two aspiring teachers, we enjoyed teaching our investigators about the Gospel.

We sang together at Zone Conferences.

I taught her to play "Don't Eat Pete" with pictures of Joseph Smith and the Savior with kids in costumes.

I warned her of apostate missionaries and taught her that meetings with the ward mission leader could be really fun.


I then had to leave my baby into the hands of another (luckily it was Sister Minster).

And two years later my baby, aka Sister Simpson, aka Katie Simpson, and now Katie Misfud is eternally in the arms of the dude behind us (and he's Canadian).

So proud of you, honey!

p.s. In mission lingo, we call those we train our "daughters" and those who trained us our "moms"...so you can understand where this whole "baby" thing comes from.