Not that we don't like going to church already, but now that Boston is 18 months old (since September 18th) he is old enough to attend the church nursery during our Sunday School and Priesthood/Relief Society meetings. His first time he was amazingly mellow. He didn't cry until the very end when the chaos of parents coming to pick up their kids kicked in. The nursery leader was kind enough to bring him right to me in the Relief Society room.
It's been so long since I could dedicate my whole attention to a lesson that they are suddenly that much better. I can participate in answering questions and ponder the topic of discussion instead of checking to make sure the cover is down on the piano keys or constantly glancing around the room to make sure he's not pestering any of the other ladies in the room. Just being in a room that is quiet even though it's filled with people is...peaceful.
I still love my son. Nursery has just made church more about the Lord instead of how many Cheerios I have left in my purse. God bless it.
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