{"id":728,"date":"2015-02-22T17:57:25","date_gmt":"2015-02-22T17:57:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/?p=728"},"modified":"2016-02-23T03:35:11","modified_gmt":"2016-02-23T03:35:11","slug":"envelope-guy-part-2-why-i-call-him-envelope-guy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/envelope-guy-part-2-why-i-call-him-envelope-guy\/","title":{"rendered":"envelope guy: part 2 (why I call him envelope guy)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Right before I entered the MTC, Dallin messaged me and told me good luck. \u00a0I told me him thank you and, “if you ever have time, write me a letter in one of the cool envelopes that your sister makes.”<\/p>\n

I remember the first envelope I got. It was my first day in the MTC. \u00a0It was from the BYU College of Nursing and I was very confused, and in it was a packet called “Emma’s Missionary Survival Guide.” \u00a0With that was another letter with an envelope made out of a magazine. \u00a0I was pretty surprised. This boy, who I had only gone on one date with, had actually written me a letter in a cool envelope.<\/p>\n

And the envelopes kept coming. \u00a0I got 1 or 2 a week. They were such good letters! Just filled with mission stories and motivating advice. I’m not gonna lie, at first I was a little weirded out. \u00a0I didn’t know him at all and he kept writing. In envelopes made out of fashion magazines. \u00a0What was I supposed to think about that? (but then again, I did tell him to send them in the cool envelopes…) I wouldn’t respond to every letter he wrote me because I was afraid of leading him on too much. \u00a0I didn’t think he would keep writing; I thought it was just in the MTC or something.<\/p>\n

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Once Anziano Betchi and Anziano Valentine figured out the pattern (district leaders delivered the letters to us) they said: you’re going to marry him. \u00a0I said, “no way.” \u00a0And then they accused me of being a terrible person and that I needed to write him off. \u00a0But I wasn’t going to do that! \u00a0It wasn’t like he was waiting for me or anything. \u00a0He was just sending supportive letters!<\/p>\n

From the MTC onward, my district had given him a name: the envelope guy. \u00a0Ask anyone with whom I served, and they will know of envelope boy. I even told him we called him that, and his last letter to me before I flew off to Italy had this on the back:<\/p>\n

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But that’s the thing. \u00a0The envelopes never stopped. \u00a0I never admitted how much I enjoyed getting them. I told people that I didn’t even know him! \u00a0But, that’s the thing… I\u00a0did\u00a0<\/em> know him. \u00a0I kept getting to know him. \u00a0When I had about 6 months left the letters turned from more spiritual mission stories to just telling each other about ourselves and asking questions.<\/p>\n

I didn’t think a ton about it. \u00a0I was a missionary! \u00a0I was doing missionary work! And I was very focused. \u00a0But getting those letters once a month… I definitely didn’t complain.<\/p>\n

Then, when I had three months left, Dallin started emailing me every week and stopped sending the handmade envelopes. \u00a0It was at that point I thought – he must like me. \u00a0I mean, who writes a girl for a year and a half and doesn’t like her? And who writes a girl handwritten letters for that long? \u00a0In handmade envelopes nonetheless?<\/p>\n

It wasn’t until my last companion that I admitted that I thought we would probably date. \u00a0Sorella Bringas thought I was crazy and she laughed at me – “ma non lo conosci!” ( but you don’t even know him!) \u00a0Yeah, but I knew. \u00a0Call me crazy, but I always knew deep down something was there.<\/p>\n

About a week after I got home, Dallin messaged me on what would be my P-day and said: \u00a0“Wednesday seems a lot less exciting when I don’t have to check my email anymore. So welcome home and I hope your first week has been awesome!” \u00a0I gave him my number, he called me, and the conversation was once again effortless. \u00a0It just picked up where we had left off from the last letter.<\/p>\n

And we have talked every day since.<\/p>\n

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Right before I entered the MTC, Dallin messaged me and told me good luck. \u00a0I told me him thank you and, “if you ever have time, write me a letter in one of the cool envelopes that your sister makes.” I remember the first envelope I got. It was my first day in the MTC. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[20,1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/728"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=728"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/728\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":735,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/728\/revisions\/735"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=728"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=728"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=728"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}