My Favorite Sunday

As we left church today, I was fighting tears and when I started talking to Bryce on the way home I was crying. I know this is a teeny bit dramatic, but we are missing the primary program in sacrament meeting. Seriously, my favorite Sunday of the year. Brylin always waves at us at least 30 times and this would be Paisley's first one. We always practice every night before bed time for weeks before the big day so they can memorize their parts, no point this time. I wanted to watch them practice next week but it is my Sunday to teach Relief Society. When I was questionning bailing on the lesson everyone just stared at me like, you've got to be kidding?! So, I was crying. I will see them practice during Sunday school but that's it. At least we will be enjoying cool, crisp fall air in Utah and the beautiful fall leaves all weekend instead of enduring the heat for one hour of kids wiggling in their seats, being silly during songs, and making parents proud along with an intense dose of the Spirit that accompanies the seeds of testimony planted in the hearts of primary children. The thing I love the most about our weekly church adventures is definitely primary. Here is the conversation in our van after I started crying: Brylin: Mom, why are you crying? Mom: Just talking to Daddy. ---A pause while everyone is quiet--- Paisley: Mom, you're beautiful. Mom: Thank you Paisley, I love you. Paisley: Mom, I love your hair. Brylin: I agree with what she said. Mom: I love you girls. I am so glad I have such a great family.