Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Ya don't know what ya don't know until ya know that ya don't know it.

On Monday I said the most horrible goodbye of my life. Cosmo left us
for Brooklyn and we will miss her like crazy. I cried harder on that
day than I did when I said bye to Travis. Sorry babe. Good thing
getting back to our area is on a straight road with no turn offs cause
this spring chicken would have been lost before we left the mission
office parking lot. Of course in typical missionary miracle style
everyone we planned to see that night actually went through and we had
a good start to the transfer! Okay I hope everyone has some idea of
how much I exaggerate in these letters and how sarcastic I keep
it when I'm writing. Like seriously, if you believe half the filth I
say there's something wrong with you. Anyways.

My comp Sista Cox: she is the most hysterical person in the world.
She's got the Cosmo sass but I feel like she's got my awkwardness
(Cosmo didn't has an ounce of awkward in her. poor thing.) so Sister
Cox and I really feel each other and I feel the homeschool jungle
freak come out more when I'm around her but oh well! I have been so
blessed with companions who are normal. We have had some good laughs
already and I know it'll continue as we work together. She helps me be
more brave because I'm supposed to take the reins I guess so we have
actually been handing out Books of Mormon left and right! We are
trying to find on our way to and from appointments because we never
really have time to just go out and fearless or knock doors which is
also a blessing cause I don't wanna get kidnapped by some fetcher who
just got out of a dollar van on beach 22nd. Oh but Sister Cox is
seriously the bomb and I love her. She has so many good ideas, she
suggested we stop by someone's house and it was golden, and everything
she says in our lessons is spot-on, she made me buy tuna and we have
been eating these delish tuna wraps like every day which saves money
cause I don't have to buy fish oil pills!  That literally had nothing
to do with anything so I'm just gonna ends this part now.

I can't even deal with how many lessons we have had in the last 5
days. A lot of them are with the members because we can't get them to
come to church every week, they come like 1-2 a month and when you
have a branch our size you know somebody's cat is gonna get chapped
that the attendance has been knocked in half when people don't show up
cause they are on Mott Ave buying freakin bodegas or something. But we
have had some really good recent convert/less active lessons and we
are hoping the attendance will rise. Our members really are so great,
especially at doing missionary work, some of them just kill me how
awesome they are. And we only had caterpillars once this week so that
was a plus. Pretty soon we're gonna be a "plus" if we don't stop
getting fed so much.

We did lots of service, some for Francis and some for our girl Erica
who is getting baptized in a couple weeks. We looked up like 7
referrals too! Who said people in NY weren't friendly? People invited
us right in and we chatted up a storm at almost every stop. Belle
Harbor is seriously the coolest community of people. They seriously
just mad chill on their stoop all day long and they love it when we
come over to do a "bible reading" lol sometimes I feel so sneaky. We
can teach someone 3 lessons and they don't even know it. But it's
good, The Lord hastens his work in his time, and I know that the
biggest part of that is connecting families, in this life and in the

Ok can I just take a second to vent. Ever since I've started driving
every day things that didn't used bug me about New York drivers are
really starting to. What just rips the fur right off my cat is these
freaking dollar vans. They are these 15-passenger Fords (that's the
real problem) and they follow the bus routes so you can take them if
you are a cheap or "common" person. They are merciless. They pride
themselves on getting their passengers to the bus stop before the bus
gets there so they will cut off any and every other car to get what
they want. Something New York people pride themselves on is this
motto: "I want it, I want it NOW, and I want it again" well I think
it's hysterical because that sounds like something a 3-year-old would
say but they think it's like this intense rat race of getting every
possible worthless thing that is out there and making it theirs,
whether they need it or not. Too bad they get so caught up in it they
don't have time for things that actually matter in life. Okay I'm done

Sis Cox and I had to speak in church on Sunday. When President asked
me to speak I knew exactly what I wanted to talk about, mostly because
of what I have been studying lately, but also cause we were jammin out
to the scripture power cd in the Subaru and the wise man built his
house on the rock just really tugs my heart strings every time. I
talked about how we worship but I guess I'll just attach the talk
instead of writing it all over again. Don't worry it wasn't actually
that boring, I had some good jokes and stories throughout, I told a
story and I was talking a little about the bus and oh my heck, they were dying.
They were all coming up to me
afterwards and asking me about it and they all wanna meet you mom and
dad they think it was the coolest thing ever.  But anyways here's the
doctrinal part of what I said:


When they were building the salt lake temple they discovered that
there were numerous cracks in the foundation, some thought they could
continue the building process, but President Brigham Young instructed
them to tear out the cornerstones and rebuild the foundation the right
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As members of this church we sometimes get "cracks" in our foundations
which, if we don't tear out the damaged stone and rebuild, can
eventually lead to the rot and the eventual toppling of our
testimonies. What are some of the "cracks" that we see in our day?

I would submit that almost all people have a "crack" in their
foundation when it comes to the way they worship.

To worship means to have "intense love or admiration for" something.

The issue is not whether men shall worship, but who or what is to be
the object of their devotions and how they shall go about paying their
devotions to their chosen Most High.

There is no salvation in worshiping a false god. It does not matter
one particle how sincerely someone may believe that God is a golden
calf, or that he is an immaterial, uncreated power that is in all
things; the worship of such a being or concept has no saving power.
Men may believe with all their souls that images or powers or laws are
God, but no amount of devotion to these concepts will ever give the
power that leads to immortality and eternal life.

If a man worships a cow or a crocodile, he can gain any reward that
cows and crocodiles happen to be passing out this season.

If he worships the laws of the universe or the forces of nature, no
doubt the earth will continue to spin, the sun to shine, and the rains
to fall on the just and on the unjust.

But if he worships the true and living God, in spirit and in truth,
then God Almighty will pour out his Spirit upon him, and he will have
power to raise the dead, move mountains, entertain angels, and walk in
celestial streets.

To worship the Lord is to follow after him, to seek his face, to
believe his doctrine, and to think his thoughts.

It is to walk in his paths, to be baptized as Christ was, to preach
that gospel of the kingdom which fell from his lips, and to heal the
sick and raise the dead as he did.

To worship the Lord is to put first in our lives the things of his
kingdom, to live by every word that proceedeth forth from the mouth of
God, to center our whole hearts upon Christ and that salvation which
comes because of him.

It is to walk in the light as he is in the light, to do the things
that he wants done, to do what he would do under similar
circumstances, to be as he is.

To worship the Lord is to walk in the Spirit, to rise above carnal
things, to bridle our passions, and to overcome the world.

It is to pay our tithes and offerings, to act as wise stewards in
caring for those things which have been entrusted to our care, and to
use our talents and means for the spreading of truth and the building
up of his kingdom.

To worship the Lord is to be married in the temple, to have children,
to teach them the gospel, and to bring them up in light and truth.

It is to perfect the family unit, to honor our father and our mother;
it is for a man to love his wife with all his heart and to cleave unto
her and none else.

To worship the Lord is to visit the fatherless and the widows in their
affliction and to keep ourselves unspotted from the world.

It is to work on a welfare project, to administer to the sick, to go
on a mission, to go home teaching, and to hold family home evening.

To worship the Lord is to study the gospel, to treasure up light and
truth, to ponder in our hearts the things of his kingdom, and to make
them part of our lives.

It is to pray with all the energy of our souls, to preach by the power
of the Spirit, to sing songs of praise and thanksgiving.

To worship is to work, to be actively engaged in a good cause, to be
about our Father’s business, to love and serve our fellowmen.

It is to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to comfort those that
mourn, and to hold up the hands that hang down and to strengthen the
feeble knees.

To worship the Lord is to stand valiantly in the cause of truth and
righteousness, to let our influence for good be felt in civic,
cultural, educational, and governmental fields, and to support those
laws and principles which further the Lord’s interests on earth.

To worship the Lord is to be of good cheer, to be courageous, to be
valiant, to have the courage of our God-given convictions, and to keep
the faith.

It is ten thousand times ten thousand things. It is keeping the
commandments of God. It is living the whole law of the whole gospel.

It is being an example to others in "spirit, in faith, in purity." (2 Tim. 4:12)

“Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve” (Luke 4:8)

Helaman 5:12
And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our
Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your
foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds,
yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his
mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to
drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the
rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation
whereon if men build they cannot fall.

But it was the greatest week ever and I just love it here so much!
The church is true.

Sister Wads

Transfer Meeting
An awesome package from Paula!
Sister Cox and I
Aaand our weekly planning sesh!

Monday, August 18, 2014

I'm being trained!......and I'm training?!


This week started off so weird. We got out of a lesson and
were doing some quick car planning/referral mapping when this ghetto
guy with like 3 teeth comes up to the car and starts talking to me but
I couldn't hear him so I lock the doors (after I asked Sis Myers if I
should roll down the window cause I couldn't hear him...rookie
mistake). So he gets mad and he walks around our car and then in front
of it so we can't drive away and just starts undressing and takes his shirt off. Don't forget he had the creepiest
toothless smile I have ever seen in my existence. We were SO FREAKED
OUT. Like what is this dude tryna pull? Well we all started screaming
and Cosmo practically ran him over as we barreled out there. I
literally cannot write this without rolling on the floor laughing. It
was hysterical. As we were driving away to our next appointment some
guys pulled up next to us and rolled down the window and were trying
to talk to us while they're straight flexin out their window. Good
thing every time we get hit on it's the day we DON'T do our hair or
make up and it's like or maxi Monday or Taco Bell Tuesday so we are
like inhaling our crunch wraps and we look up and someone is like "can
I have your numbaaaaa? Can I have it?" Okay but seriously. I don't
even know why I write about this junk but it just slays me so hard
that I can't not tell ya about it. New York people are seriously

I'm still at odds to what is weirder, that or getting a training call
while I'm still IN training. I couldn't get greener if ya watered me
so when President asked if I'd train I was a bit shocked. I am humbled
that he would put that much trust in me, but I know that The Lord will
use me to bring about His purposes, whether I am adequate or not. My
wonderful trainer is off to be a Sister Training Leader, and I will
stay here in the Harbor with Sister Cox. This means I have to drive
all the time. And talk in lessons. Aaah. Can I just take a minute
though and tell you about my trainer? I've never met someone so
selfless or kind. Or good looking let's get real. I can't imagine what
my mission would have been like if it didn't start off with her. She
will forever be a close friend and I am so sad to see her leave but I
know she will bless the lives of others wherever she goes. She leaves
in 4 transfers, and when she leaves my mission will be half over.
Psych me out why don't ya, it's going by way too fast!

Thursday we were able to take a girl to do baptisms at the temple with
her parents. She was baptized a few weeks ago. We got there a little
early and waited and waited outside the temple for them to show up.
Well about 15 minutes after we were supposed to go in, they come
walking out, wet hair and all! Turns out they got there way early and
had needed the dad to do baptisms so they whisked them in without us!
They were super nice and went back in and did baptisms with us. Then
they took us out to this super smanshy Mexican restaurant overlooking
Manhattan. Ma. Pa. We are def going there when you come to pick me up
(assuming you still want me in 15 months). It was the best Mexican
food I ever did have. We rushed to catch the ferry. Like we were
running through the subways and all over the place. I felt like I was
in an artsy movie. Especially when the ferry left as we were running
up to the pier. The ferry has NEVER left early before, and it was 5
min early. So we waited for an extra 2 hours till the next one came.

Since Sister Myers is leaving we have been going around saying bye to
everyone. I am gonna sound like such a snob right now but it is
seriously a struggle. We are SO sick of people taking us out to eat.
There's this one Italian restaurant on Beach 129th that everyone raves
over, even though it's not that great quality. So typical day is Steve
buying us breakfast sandwiches, then getting bored and taking us to
lunch, then someone else takes us to dinner. We went to the place on
129th twice on Friday and the second time we walked in the waitress
from lunch was like telling all the people there that it was our
second time. Lady please, I have enough problems without you being
phony to me when I'm tryna to keep the food in my stomach. Sister Cox
got really sick so we had to stay home on Saturday but Sister Myers
packed so it was fine. I should really look into vacuum packing my
junk, you wouldn't believe the amount of stuff she fit in her

Well that is probably enough of stuff that doesn't really matter..I
will try and say one worthwhile thing before I hit the road. This week
I have been thinking a lot about complacency. I think about that all
the time I guess cause the struggle is real. An apostle said that
people think that "what I don't know won't hurt me" when really,
nothing hurts us more than what we DON'T know. When our salvation is
at stake, we need not think we can take a break for a day, or skip leg
day. Oh my heck where is Val when I need her. But really, when it's
all said and done, we can only take with us what we learned in this
life, so I would encourage you all to study the scriptures, read
preach my gospel even if you never will, never intend to, or already have served a mission. That book teaches the most basic things that we
need to know to succeed in this life, and you can never know "enough."
I am so grateful for the scriptures, for the prophets, and for
personal revelation in our day that makes it possible for us to know
what God wants us to do.
Love ya all!
Sister Wadsworth

in our volleyball shirts!
Zone 6 (normal and weird)
WE MADE THE WAVE NEWSPAPER! haha there are three pics of us.
Aaand our last district pic because Elders Durkin and Izatt and Sister
Myers are leaving :( our district has mad sass going on in case you
couldn't tell.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Service, vollyball, and straight spreadin the gospel!

This week was mostly full of service! Which was great, sometimes I
just feel like I'm on a service project mission...it's like continual
10-hour projects, so if all you girls who wanna come on missions don't
like personal progress yah better start likin it ya heifers cause
that's all your mission is. We literally didn't put on a dress till
Friday and then Saturday we had the volleyball tournament, and then of
course, Sunday we kinda had to. Okay I have to tell you about

When I first heard that we were on a volleyball team I was soooo
happy. We got to play for 3 hours every Wednesday night, which was
that much less time we had to stand in elevators that felt like pee
rivers and smelled like throw up and talk to creepers (judge me). Well
then I started to hate it cause I must have like, I dunno, started to
understand why I was on a mission? And I didn't think that reason was
to play volleyball. Well, Sister Wadsworth was wrong again! I think I
got called here cause I'm such a good volleyball player. Okay I will
stop, but I was seriously having a hard time understanding why we
played volleyball. I didn't feel like I was doing missionary work.
Rookie mistake, cause this Wednesday was our last night and we have
had appointments/gospel discussions with 90% of the team and have
given out Book of Mormons left and right. AND (this is a bonus) they
don't think we're like nuns or JWs anymore! Turns out playing
volleyball has been one of our most successful finding activities, as
well as helped the church come out of obscurity, which is ironic since
it started in NY but whatever. A guy from the volleyball team was
talking church history with us after the game Wednesday and pretty
soon he's going around asking people if they knew it was legal to
shoot a Mormon till the 70s...glad to know that's what he got out of
the whole conversation we had...why am I such a newb?

So yeah the tournament was on Saturday so we get up at 6:30 like
usual, except we had to go help lay some sod so we did that till 9:30
and then headed over with our team captain to Riis Park where we play.
We won the first two rounds piece of cake but on the last one, the
final, we lost the first two and it's 3/5 to win. Well since Elder
Durkin plays for BYU that was handy cause he and the rest of the team
just turned it around and we swept the last 3 games and won the
championship! So ya know we stick around and are talking to people and
it's awesome but yuppies start to get all tipsy on us so we head out.
Except we rode in with our captain who has probably had the most to
drink at this point to we decide to walk back to our car that's parked
at her house. Good thing it was 50 blocks away. Good thing we had just
been in the sun for 9 hours. Good thing I didn't have shoes on. Mom I
am still tired come feed meeeeee. No jk I'm fine it was a great day
and probably the only time I'll be on the Rockaway Beach Volleyball
League so I'm happy about it. Lesson number one, don't forget your
shoes when you go somewhere. I can hear Travis right now being like "I
told you so." Just shut up kid.

Lesson number two of the week, always say nice things. Don't EVER let
something come out of your mouth that could hurt someone or something
or anything. We were at the grocery store and I just wasn't impressed
with the place. The girls wanted to get some fruit but we wanted to
weigh it and there wasn't a freakin scale so of course I freaked out.
Okay not a ton but I was like "why don't have a freakin scale here?"
This guy that was quietly stocking the shelves was like, it's over
there ma'am. You guys I felt so dang bad this guy was just doin his
job and I was that annoying customer. Well I have been a lot more
conscious about what comes outta my mouth now...good thing eh. This is
just a rookie week for me I should probably calm down.

We had to move church buildings so it was bye bye condo and we had
church in Far Rock yesterday! We had 4 investigators come to
church!!!! Too bad the elevator didn't work and none of them could
make it up the 4 flights of stairs so they left. You guys my heart
fell on the nasty Central Ave sidewalk and broke. THEY FINALLY CAME!
It's okay everything happens for a reason. It better have been a good
one. It was so weird to have a podium and stand and separate rooms for
classes. It was like normal church but then they brought out a
birthday cake afterwards so it felt like the Belle Harbor Branch
again. Oh my goodness I feel so happy around these people. The gospel
is the same wherever you go and I love that I feel the same spirit as
I do at home when I walk into church each Sunday.

Something I have been thinking about this week is being in a comfort
zone. I think Satan wins a pretty big battle when he gets us to
thinking that being comfortable is good. The Lord has set a standard
and Satan is smart enough to know that we aren't gonna completely
disregard that, but he convinces us that being right below that
expectation is good enough, because we are "trying hard enough." If he
can keep us right below what is expected of us, he is a happy camper.
In the pre-existence satan was comfortable. God gave us commandments
and because we didn't have agency we just obeyed and everything was
chill. Satan was comfortable, so when the proposition was made to come
to earth and be tested he didn't like that. He wanted to stay in that
safe relationship with Heavenly Father because now if he fell, he'd
fall big time. So when he tried to convince everyone that being in the
same comfort zone, different location would be best, he was just
trying to stay comfortable in the lifestyle he knew. He now tries to
use his greatest vice to fool us. He knows how good it feels to be
comfortable, and he takes advantage of it. "And others will he pacify,
and lull them away into carnal security, that they will say all is
well in Zion!; yea, Zion prospereth all is well!-and thus the devil
cheateth their souls, and leadeth them away carefully down to hell."
Nephi didn't buy into that filth though, he says straight up: "wo unto
him who crieth, all is well in Zion!" When we realize how eternal our
choices (and the consequences) are, we see that being just below what
is expected of us isn't good enough. We must give it our all and
continually side with The Lord. I read a talk from conference in like
1973 and the guy said "we can lose our salvation by default." Uh oops
talk about things to be acted upon. So yeah I have been working on
consciously choosing the right because I know if I don't, I will
unconsciously choose the wrong.

Um, the gospel is so amazing! I love it and am just so grateful to be
able to share it with people! Transfersss are next Tuesday so let's
cross our fingers that THE belle harbor trio sticks together!
Otherwise, I will be emailing from a new pad next week!

Love y'all!
Sis Wadsworth

me and Sista Cox
The trio with Eno, she is leaving the U today :'(
Our volleyball team after we won the championship! It was a million
degrees and we were sooo tired from playing 8 games straight, and then
the captain made us do a stupid pyramid. Forget about it. Oh and then
she photoshopped it all horrible. K I'll stop now.
Sunday night with Francis, she played the accordion for us, she used
to play on the Queen Elizabeth! So legit.. Ps in the last photo
Francis is bombing it...she literally slays me guys.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

This ain't missionary work! It's missionary fun!


Dude you guys are not even gonna understand half of what I write this week. Like most of it was normal but some people cannot be described, you just have to be there. I think I just have to try and tell you about Frances. She crazy. We have been helping her daughter clean out her house (that was our mold poisoning incident last week) and they got in a little battle so the daughter left and we were left alone...with Frances...you guys, she slays me beyond anything I have ever experienced. So the first time we met her was my birthday on Monday night. We were looking for her daughter and she answered the door. An 86-year-old woman with an Irish accent and just crazy lip gloss and like the whole old lady dressed up thing going on. She was telling us how she hated her accent and how she wanted our American accent (she stopped us every other word to tell us we're beautiful). We asked her what her favorite Irish word was and she's like "gotahell" we just died oh my heck. So she takes us inside because the Bachelorette was on and she is more religious about that then she is about Catholicism. So she watched it and showed us her wedding pictures. You guys I felt like I was in The Quiet Man the whole time we were there. But she's a hoarder so I got over that real quick. We literally hauled 70 lamps down to her mold basement. Trust me, I counted. She lives in this HUGE house built in the 20s. We took the elders with us the next day to help her un-junk her entrance because no one would rent from her cause they got sketched out when the walked in. It's a good thing cause there was some heavy dressers and stuff. But that's beside the point. The point is that she was obsessed with all of us, especially Elder Jensen cause he looks like that guy from Twilight. Like we would be talking and she would just interrupt and tell us she wanted to adopt us, or she liked Elder Jensen's teeth, or she liked how Elder Durkin is tall. At one point Durkin literally fell off his chair laughing because she was telling us about her childhood in Ireland. I wish everyone in this world could meet her, she puts Bob Hope to shame. We went over last night and she kept swearing and her daughter was like "mama, don't swear, especially in front of them!" She just looks at her daughter with this paint-peeling look and says "someone has to teach them!" 

That was pretty much a paragraph of futility trying to explain that woman, but on to the next! Jk I'll spare you from talking about people you'll never meet, but I just feel super lucky to meet so many crazy people and become friends with them. So we went to this place for dinner on Friday night cause we were starving. It was called "The Last Stop." After eating there I took it as meaning the last stop before death? Or maybe the last stop till I throw up everything I ate in the last week? Or the last stop to spirit prison? Oh my heck if my stomach recovers from the mish it will be a miracle. 

Remember when nothing went wrong the first 2 months of my mission? Haha jokes on me our hot water heater went out this week so it has been cold showers for us. I'm tempted to go little house on the prairie and start boiling water for showers. Mmmmm better not. At least no one has broken into our place like half the other sisters in this mission so I ain't complaining. I got my pepper spray Pa so calm down. Oh can I get a pic of our kitchen table? It's weird how many people ask about it when they hear how many people are in our family. Okay and while we're talking about it just so everyone knows I had my first "thing" with my companion. She wanted to buy orange juice and I think orange juice is a waste of money. Like why drink your money? It's like $8 a bottle here! So now y'all know I'm not perfect and things bug me too haha. I got over it real quick don't worry. 

Oh my goodness I have to tell you about Florence! She is the daughter of Francis (bat crazy lady...see above). She is just so grateful that we were able to help her, I gave her a Book of Mormon the second time we went over there and she read some. Mostly she was interested because she sees how happy we are. Anywayskies we ended up having a lesson with her and she wants to be baptized. We had a 2-hour lesson cause she was like "I can stay longer, can you tell me why you don't drink coffee? Or how you feel about the sabbath?" It was one of my favorite lessons so far, she is just the sweetest lady of my life. She's like, give me a couple days to stop drinking coffee and stuff, she is so willing to make the change...what a pure woman she is. YOU GUYS WE ARE SO LUCKY TO HAVE THE CHURCH. She has been looking for 53 years and we have it right in front of our faces, do we take it for granted? I know personally that being here has opened my eyes to how lucky I was to be brought up in this church with the gospel right there, accessible and easy to understand. I might have told her about me and Travis and she seriously died she thought it was the coolest thing...good thing it is ha. 

I think a lot of people listen to us cause kids our age aren't really religious so they think we're interesting...and then we sneakily slip in the message of the restoration haha oops! Oh this family in the ward had a huge birthday bash for us...so much freakin food...dat ox tail though. Jamacian food never would have been the ideal for a birthday party before the mish, but now it's just the coolest thing ever! I feel like I've gotten to experience every country without actually going there...I'm so glad to be in NY. Our church is moving from the condo into the ghetto downtown Far Rockaway! Our building is still getting worked out in Belle Harbor so pray that that goes through...yeah. It was our last Sunday in the condo yesterday..it was kinda sad people lingered after church cause they didn't want to leave, but the members in the branch have such great faith and they will go wherever The Lord wants them to. 

Well obviously I'm still having a ball here, last general conference in one of the talks a man said: "this isn't missionary work, this is missionary fun!" Hah well there ya go! I love this gospel and I love the people here, and it's just the greatest thing that has ever happened in my life. We only have 2 more weeks till transfers so it's weird to think it's gonna change but I know that God puts us where we are supposed to be and I trust Him completely. Anyways in the words of Francis "hope ya have a grand evening!" 

Love ya,
Sister Wadsworth 

Pictures: some selfies with the girls, our birthday party with Yolanda, me and Bianca, my fav Hatian baby girl, and of course...FRANCIS!!!