This is the first year I have not been to one of our grandchildren's Primary programs. They all live too far away. Such a disappointment to me (but they gave us their parts over the phone, so at least I got to hear them!)
Sunday was our ward's program but I had to miss it. I was home helping my mother, and had planned to go to church, but we discovered she was out of her medications and we needed to go to her home and get them. By the time we got back, church was in progress and I was not dressed or cleaned up. So, Craig filled me in on how it had gone, and that was that.
But I still got to hear a part of the Primary program first hand. JR, my student who is LDS, had participated. So, when he was up at my desk this afternoon asking about something, I told him that Mr. I. had said he had done a nice job and how sorry I was to have missed it.
"Would you say your part for me now?" I asked. "I would love to hear it."
"Sure!" he replied, and he leaned toward me and quietly murmured something about the priesthood and blessing the sacrament, ending on a whisper.
Made my day!

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