Sentimental Sunday…

Today was a little crazy. We cleaned outside all day yesterday so there could be a youth fireside in the atrium on the west side of the house. We had a few lingering odds and ends in there from our move here (sadly that is not the only place), so it took awhile to dispense with the stuff, and then clean up. When I woke up today I remembered it was the annual Children's Sacrament Presentation at Tawna and Nathan's ward. I decided I've been a bad granny because I have missed several of those so I really wanted to go and see the kids. Jade and Jeff were going with their boys so there would be quite a group of us.  We were late because Grumpy didn't hear all the directions from Tawna and you know men - never ask enough questions. We were driving along the streets looking for the chapel and we did finally find it. He spotted it - I would have driven right by it, so I'm glad he has better eyes than me. 

When it was time for the presentation to begin one of their first songs was “Tell Me the Stories of Jesus”. It is the second time in about a month I have heard that song from the primary children and I immediately teared up. I cannot hear that song and not think of Nana. I can still see her in my mind's eye singing that song. It is one of the few I remember her singing. I'm sure it is one of the oldest primary songs still in use and I love it so much. The expression on her face, her unique voice. I can see and hear her so clearly still. Sweet memories.

It has made me think about the little things we all do every day. You never know the random things that will leave their impression behind. I know I am going to try much harder to leave better moments. 

Went to choir practice today in the middle of all that was going on. We sang some beautiful hymns and special numbers for Thanksgiving. I wish we spent more time celebrating Thanksgiving. It is such a great holiday. I am so looking forward to whoever is coming for dinner, the weather being even cooler and the quiet holiday that it is before the crazy days of Christmas come. We ended choir practice with a first time run through of the Hallelujah Chorus by Handel. Most of us have performed it before, but have not seen it in at least a year. We did surprisingly well and it is always a joy to sing it. Practice or not. 

I love music. I love the emotion, passions and drama it evokes in all of us. The peace it can bring, the comfort it offers. Even the simplest of Primary songs can be a part of my heart forever.