...to see our grandgirls in their Primary Program.
I want to tell you 2 of my favorite parts.
The first one:
A sweet 7 year old girl from Cami's class walked up to the microphone holding little Cami's hand,
and then proceeded to tell the congregation what an example Cami was to her
of friendliness, love, and joy.
Then Cami's sister Elora came up to the microphone too, and coaxed Cami into saying, "Hi."
I was in awe, and in tears.
Then, or maybe it was before....a little girl, Taya, who is about 5, I think,
got up to the microphone to do her part but instead she froze with tears streaming down her face.
She just couldn't do it. So the Bishop's wife who was nearby, started crying too,
and said Taya's part for her....but she could hardly get the words out through her own tears.
Sweet empathy tears, for this woman to cry right along with this frightened little girl.
A special day. It always is.
Heading off to class.
Cami is often stopped by people along the way who want to touch her or hold her hand for a bit.
I want to keep my eye on this wind map