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Primary Update

Jinx. Oh how they work. I went into Sunday dreading Primary a little bit, and came out feeling uplifted. It helped a ton that it was Fast Sunday. This was one of the Fast Sundays where I've actually felt the Spirit so strong and felt strong myself. Not mopey and tired and miserable. It was an amazing experience and has really increased my testimony of fasting. 

Singing time was AWESOME. When I came in, one kid was leaping on the floor dramatically. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was making the little girl laugh. (These are the two who tell me every week they're getting married.) After that he sat in his chair and everything was fine. I was glad his future wife was there because she really calms him down. Oh woman, we are talented what can I say. But all the kids stayed seated, no one had to sit with us and it was good. There were a few tears, but I was able to stop them! I do have some motherly instincts! Yes! 

I remembered to get the kids crayons and paper this week before the library was closed and oh boy, it made a difference. One of the kids in my class moved out of the ward and he despised coloring. Without him saying anything, the kids were completely content to color the WHOLE time. We talked about Nephi building a boat, so I had them all draw a picture of a boat and they all had fun and listened and it was great! 

I did lose a kid on the crowded hallway from class and singing time. He just took off and I went looking for him. I told the Primary Presidency and they went looking as well. They found him in the parking lot. I'm so grateful nothing bad happened and they found him quickly! I'm so glad that Primary went ok when I needed a little boost. I love those kids and can't believe I've been their teacher for almost five months!

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