I'm not gonna lie.
Church has been real hard for us lately.
Primarily because we are both called as nursery workers (18 months-3 years old), and we have a spider monkey bothering people any moment he can.
This makes church feel like a job.
Either we're wrangling our own kid, or wrangling 12 other kids of the exact same age.
So, we considered General Conference a relief to say the least.
We didn't have to worry about John Wayne begging for treats from other, better prepared, parents.
We didn't have to be a room full of kids who think screaming, running, throwing toys, and hitting the adults is serious entertainment.
We certainly didn't have to worry about John Wayne eating some colorful food, and mid-chew, sneezing all over my face/white shirt, thus staining my clothes for the rest of worship (true story).
Instead, we stretched out on our couch with unwashed hair, and comfy pajamas, while T made German pancakes and John Wayne quietly played with his trains.
We listened to our prophet (on our ipad!) and other inspired speakers give us counsel; counsel, which I feel will forever change me.
I cannot completely describe those feelings, but it was like catching up with an old friend you didn't realize how much you missed or loved until then.
I needed it.
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