A Different Kind of Sunday

So today I had the realization that I have to get used to being the "caregiver" of my baby during church. I was released as the primary chorister (this is where I get sentimental... sigh...) two weeks ago and called as the RS Pianist. So, that means that Chris no longer has to take care of Jenna during church. My experience with tending the "baby" during church is quite limited as most of our marriage I have had a calling in Primary. So, today I got to do some hall wandering of my own. It made me very appreciative of my husband. He's had to do this with all four of our kids. Now I know why he always wanted to take the baby and "just go home" after Sacrament meeting. To his credit, he never did. I guess as parents we know that our kids won't ever learn to deal with three hours of church if we take them home. Plus, we can hope that we do absorb a bit of the spirit while wandering the halls.

After church we were finally headed out the door when Courtney got two of her fingers shut in the church entry door. The door was completely closed! My sweet girl was crying quite hard when we finally realized and got the door opened. The many onlookers rushed to her side and we had many people to help us tend her and the other kids as well when we took her back inside. Thankfully they did not get broken, just dented quite badly. We iced them a bit before we left church, had a quick exam by Sister Laird (Courtney's primary teacher last year who works in the ER) and headed home. She is feeling much better, but I'm sure her fingers will be a bit tender for a few days.

I did leave church feeling grateful for the love and concern so many showed to my little girl and for my family. What a great group of people we have in our ward. Thank you!

So anyway, a strange day at church for me. Courtney is fine and I know that I'll adjust to my new routine. I think I'll feel a longing to be back in primary for a while, though!