So the call came and was opened. I read over his shoulder because he was dragging it out and I not only WANTED TO KNOW RIGHT NOW! but I was almost late for class.
After he read the place and date, he googled to see exactly where it is and I had to leave for class, and when I got home he was at his friend's house cheering another mission call, so I have not talked to him, read the getting ready instructions or any of that.
I still don't know what it means to be a missionary mom. But I do know that starting May 12 and lasting for 2 years after that, mail to him will be addressed to
Eugene, Oregon, USA English speaking.
Go forth and serve, son.