The Story Behind The Title

Hi everyone! So, I usually try to have pictures to share with you from my week, but this week I was pretty darn sick!

Which helped me remember: there is not much that I hate, and I do mean HATE, more than being sick!

So, I am lacking pictures. I have a few from an excursion to IKEA which was a ton of fun, I ended up making a kind of picture wish list of things that I would furnish a home with...you know...if we had a home...
Oh ya, by the way, we're still in California! Yay!!...While we are immensely grateful for the wonderful hospitality of our fabulous friends, we are quite anxious to be getting back to being fully functional adults.

Strange

I know
Anyway! It's story time! It's ok to be excited. I know you are. Don't deny it!

I figured I'd tell you where the whole "Hessy" thing came from. It hails from my mission days. I've never had a nickname so when Jen started calling me Hessy from time to time, as well as a few other members of my district, I was thrilled that I had a nickname for the first time! Let's face it, there's only so much you can do with Sarah...if I had a dime for every time I've heard my name mixed with the oh-so-common "beara"...well, I'd be rich!
Back to my story. So, while I was in Tallahassee, my companions and I were covering three different college campuses. Tallahassee, on a bike, in the summer, three campuses...it doesn't get much better than that! To be honest, my favorite campus was FAMU (Florida A&M University). The campus is gorgeous and the people are so nice!
So, one day Sister Malcom and I were talking to this man who was about forty, and we gave him a pamphlet. Now, if you've ever been a missionary, you know that the chances of someone contacting you again after you've given them a pamphlet are fairly slim. So, when this guy called us a few weeks later, you could say we were quite pleasantly surprised! Now, he had quite a thick accent and so we had a hard time understanding what he was trying to say on the phone, but somehow, my name came up. Someone said "Hess" and he recognized the name (granted, he repeated it as "Hessy")so they handed me the phone. I was able to find out that he was going home to China that day but that he wanted to meet with us before he left. So we hoofed it to FAMU as quickly as we could and were also surprised when he kept the appointment he had made with us. First thing, he wanted to take a picture with us.

Here's where it starts getting a little awkward.

As a missionary, I developed a rather LAAAARGE personal bubble. Which was promptly, and uncomfortably, popped as I ended up standing next to this guy for the picture and he put his had dangerously low on my back. Now, in hindsight, this could have been just the middle of my back and I just over exaggerate the memory because I was so traumatized that I was a missionary and I had some guy's hand on my back...either way, it was VERY awkward!

Not bad right? Just wait. There's more.

So, we head into the Library to find a quiet place where we can teach this guy about what we believe and give him a Book of Mormon before he leaves.

Just a note, before I continue. I'm sure this guy was just trying to start up a conversation, that he wasn't a crazy person, or anything like that.

Ok, now we can move on.
So, as we're walking into the Library, somehow I end up walking behind my companions and with the guy. So I try to start up some small talk, and I think I asked something about China. I wasn't talking loudly, but I wasn't whispering which is why when he suddenly came closer and whispered "You want to go to China?" I felt a little uncomfortable and very very awkward. So I nervously replied "Someday" and sped up a little. Now, at this point I'm dying a little. I was honestly KINDA freaked out! So we all sit down in a study room and we begin to teach the first lesson. God is our loving Heavenly Father, He sends us prophets to teach us how to return to Him, Christ came to earth and after he died an apostasy occurred and the truth and authority of the priesthood was lost, Joseph Smith was called as a prophet to restore Christ's church as it was when he was on the earth, and he was given The Book of Mormon as a second witness of the divinity and mission of Jesus Christ (its been a few years so I hope I didn't leave anything out, but that's basically it in a nutshell). Now, during the lesson, Sister Goodsell offered to let him use her scriptures to read as we referenced several verses in our lesson. To which he refused saying that he could just share mine and proceeded to pull his chair ALL THE WAY around to the other side of the table to sit next to me and read from my set with me. I was freaking out on the inside! He's already gotten farrr too close to me, asked if I wanted to go to China which had sounded a little more like he meant WITH him, and now he's looking for any excuse to be close to me...I'M A SISTER MISSIONARY! This should just NOT be happening!

We ended the lesson and went our separate ways and never heard from him again, but I got plenty of teasing from my companions. We came to the conclusion that he must have thought my name was Hessy...or a close second...hussy...And thus, Hessy was born.

I didn't hear too much of it till I told Jen and my district leader the story and then it just kinda caught on. So when I was looking for a title to this blog, Hessy just sounded rather appropriate somehow.
Aren't you glad you know?! The less than three bit is actually a version of how I sign my entries in my personal journal. I always feel so silly when I'm taking notes in my journal next to someone who I can tell is glancing at it and I'm always fairly certain, seeing that I sign my entries "Love, Sarah". Maybe it's weird, but I feel like I'm writing this long extended letter to someone (probably my future kid) who is going to read it. I don't like the whole "Dear Diary" thing, but I sign it like I would a letter. So Less Than Three, Hessy it is! This is also why I haven't changed Hessy for my new last name, though I've considered it!

Well, there you go! More than you ever wanted to know! But I hope you enjoyed my embarrassment and awkwardness! Anyway, that's all I have for now, hope you have a great weekend and I'll see you next week! Oh! And enjoy the pictures!

Less Than Three,
Sarah

I love the idea of an oval coffee table. So I think this is beautiful and unique.

You'll notice, a lot of the things I love are white. I'm apparently going to have to have the cleanest kids in history...we'll see how that goes...

Kitchen cabinets! I love glass cabinets!

Closet doors!!

Cute little desk!

So, I usually am drawn to white when it comes to couches, however, I feel like it's a little unrealistic. So I figure grey is maybe a more kid-friendly choice. Except with different throw pillows...because those are heinous...

SUCH a pretty entertainment center! I love it!

Caitlyn took a cat nap because that chaise was COMFY!!

The office of Larry's dreams.

The office CHAIR of mine.

I love upholstered headboards! They are beautiful, classic but just a little modern all at the same time!

Why hello there beautiful kitchen!

They bought a couch and Larry and Brian put it together. It was good fun watching them try to figure it out. Not gonna lie!

So we played RISK yesterday. Caitlyn was the red, Brian was the black, Larry was the blue/grey, and I was the green. We got bored at this point and decided we were not so power hungry but mostly just hungry and abandoned the game to get food. We declared Caitlyn the winner!

Have a beautiful rest of your week!