Sunday Snapshots

The words are repeated once again
this sacred Sabbath time;
words I can trace through the week,
but this time unique,
spoken,
quietly,
in youthful intonation
and the nourishment
is proffered me
by a boy's hand
in exchange for my changing.
-Ann Madsen

Spencer helped to pass the sacrament today.
We've been reading in the New Testament and discussing what that ordinance is about at its heart.

An opportunity to remember the Savior with the loyalty and love with which he remembers us.

Reverently and meekly now
let thy head most humbly bow
Think of me thou ransomed one
Think what I for thee have done

There were tears a plenty on my part as we sang and prayed and waited a little extra time for the bread and water to be passed by the sweet, careful hands of new deacons doing their best to "watch over the church" and ensure opportunity for all choosing to partake and remember.

At home we opted out of real lunch in favor of an "eat whatever you can find" free for all.  When Spencer followed his first course of soup and rolls up with cereal and nachos and hot chocolate, I said, "we should have just made dinner."  But he shook his head and said with a mouthful, "No, this is my favorite!"

Lucy helped him set up a Family Search account to print off names for a temple visit later in the week.

Those two played in the snow much of the afternoon and then Lucy asked to help make dinner.  We visited, and watch the robins outside the window, and sang along to The Music Man soundtrack.

At the youth fireside tonight,

John Bythway made us laugh, and President B referenced an Andy Griffith episode we'd never seen, so of course...

...had to remedy that.