we go to church to learn about jesus

(that’s what the kids say, anyway)

Today was my last sabbath in the Catford Ward.

In primary the babies dressed up and put on a play of Samuel the Lamanite teaching about the birth of Jesus, they were ticklishly excited. Then, as tradition goes, Niveyah sat next to me in sacrament meeting and asked me to draw her a mouse and his family, then left her little sunday shoes by me while she skipped off with her blanky to sit with someone else. I’ve become used to looking for Karen (Niveyah’s mother) after services to return the shoes. I think about these things and can’t believe how much I’m going to miss them, all these kind faces and love-filled people...and their accents...will church even be as good again with Americans at the pulpit? Crap.

Anyway, Sara (Maggie left a few days early) and I said goodbye to our little ward, and I walked home with a broken heart (jk) shoe to our flat on Palace Court to find my cute Mom. My heart is full and it's almost time to go home.