When we moved from Utah, Peter took all of his belongings that had been stored at his parent’s house. That is when I was first introduced to Peter’s missionary tie collection.
There were about a billion of them. In the interest of not carting around too much unnecessary stuff, I asked Peter to narrow it down to only his favorites. He picked the ties he couldn’t live without (about half of them), we moved, and they got stored away again.
Now that we’re moving, stuff that’s been hanging in the back of the closet or shoved in the bottom of a drawer is resurfacing. Once again, I was faced with the mission ties.
Here are Peter’s favorite mission ties, that I assume will follow us forever. There are 27 of them. They each have a name, including: Swamp Fox, Neapolitan Crop Circles, Fires of Heaven. Each is signed by the missionaries who wore it and also lists the dates and areas where it was worn.
Sometimes I enjoy a little peak into Peter’s life before me. I love that he has 27 sentimental ties that seem to be a small part of who he is.
Also, missionaries are so strange. No, let me rephrase that. Elders are so strange.