Today was such a fabulous Sunday, I am so glad I didn't let myself stay home today even though I had wicked cramps and a headache this morning. I just took some Excedrin and hoped for the best.

We got to church5 minutes later than usual, so that meant we were only 10 minutes early for the meeting and weren't able to get a soft seat! We were on the first row of fold-out chairs in the back so we ended up having an entirely different view of things than we usually get when we sit on the 5th row on the left (it's funny how everyone sits in almost the same place each week isn't it?).

I was weepy within the first five minutes of the meeting as I watched cute, little families coming in. There were darling sisters dressed alike, mom's carrying huge bags full of things to keep their kids entertained, boys in new suits (one even forgot to snip the thread that held the back flap of the suit together), dads in suits and ties, young women with their hair just-so, teachers with extra bags of things for their lessons, and old men with their arms around their wives. It just did me in. I was going through tissues like crazy, and my family just looked at me with complete confusion. Whitney kept saying, "Why are you crying?" and I didn't have a reason that I could really explain to her.
Almost all the youth (ages 12-18) were sitting up on the stand, there were 20 young men and 12 young women. I wished so badly I could take a picture of them all together up there, because they made such a wonderful sight. Several of them gave talks and then they all sang together. I felt the Spirit so strongly that I thought I was going to burst or run up to the microphone and start pouring out my soul. (What the?)

{A self-portrait I took in the hall during primary.
My mascara was all cried off.}
So after church when I was trying to choose a spiritual thought to give at a Stewardship Meeting I had to go to I knew I'd found the right one when I found this.

This thought expresses feelings I wouldn't have known how to articulate. When I am at church I feel love. I love the other people there, I love the good things they are doing, I love the truth being taught, I love feeling my testimony grow, I love it that my children get to go there each week, and I love being able to serve the primary kids through my calling in the primary presidency. I love, love, love those kids!

{Our junior primary--ages 3-7)
I find that I don't ever want to miss church because I want to have these feelings and I want to be with the kids. When it's not my week to do Sharing Time I help make sure things run smoothly in primary and I move around sitting with different kids when they're not being very reverent. They often end up sitting on my lap, holding my hand or leaning into me the way kids naturally do. It's beyond sweet and makes me want to pick them up and say "I'm so glad you're here, I love you!"
Good grief, what's come over me? If there was any doubt about me incorporating the LOVE into my life over these past two years I think I've knocked it out. I'm officially a smitten, oozing, cry baby, boob.
**Did you have a good day at church
Do you tend to sit in the same place each week?
Do you get weepy there?
What makes you feel full of love?**