My brother used to always tell us “Put on your missionary smiles!” as we pulled up to a church while on furlough.
(Easier said then done when you’ve been stuffed into a car with all your closest family members for most of the day, and every smells like potatoe chips and beef jerky.)
(Road food. Gross.)
Anyway… recently several churches have asked for an updated family picture. So we put on our missionary smiles and snapped one.
Don’t we look so sweet?
And then, we took this one, which I like better.