"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Sunday I started my new primary calling as secretary. Charlotte danced in the back of the room while I handed out the rolls. She played in Nursery while I hunted down an updated birthday list and checked out a few room numbers. Isaiah waved at me from his Sunbeam class on the front row and sneaked over to help me eat my birthday chocolate.

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