A whole new Sunday.

For the past 3 years we have had 11 am church.

{3 years}

Most of the time it changes in January.

{but somehow we have managed to hold onto the 11 am spot}

We have had wards change in our building and a ward divide.

{and have squeaked by without moving into the dreaded "late spot"}

until 2013.

On the first Sunday of 2013, I woke up and did my usual Sunday morning routine early.

{I try to be mostly ready by breakfast}

And then I realized my freshly coiffed hair would be far less fresh in 6 hours.

{and don't get me started about the under eye concealer}

I fed my darlings breakfast

{except for the fasting one}

We played and destroyed and built.

We tattled and wrestled and crafted.

{and the clock was hardly moving}

how on earth did an extra 2 hours feel like for.ev.er?

I finally helped encourage them to get dressed in their church clothes.

{and by encouraged I mean begged}

Fed lunch to the littles and we were off to church... in the pm.

The house was destroyed, the tattling/whining was at an all time high, and my patience was dangling from a very small thread.

{and it was fast Sunday}

{so my emotions were also unpredictable}

Crew had a talk in primary, that he had only practiced once. 

{since he screamed and ran every other time I had tried to review it with him}

I had all but forgotten the fact that they all had new classes and teachers today.

{or that my tiny baby Macy was now a Sunbeam}

{and was leaving me in nursery all alone}

Things got better through sacrament meeting.

{isn't it amazing how feeling the spirit does that?}

Jake helped me bring our littlest little to the primary room to sit in the little chairs up front.

{I think he knew he couldn't trust me to actually leave her}

And Ashlinn went to Senior Primary!!

I assisted Crew in giving a very sweet talk about "Heavenly Fathers Plan for him".

{which he gave like he had heard it 100 times}

I walked to nursery and was told that I could go to the grown ups class since they only had 2 kids in nursery that day.

I sat in class and felt alone, but good.

My mind wasn't busy.

It just got to absorb the goodness.

When Relief Society was finished, I walked to the nursery room, as I have for 8 years, and opened the door and called for Macy.

I was quickly reminded that she is not in nursery anymore.

{"She is big now", they said}

I teared up right there in the door way.

I didn't have a baby in nursery anymore.

How could this possibly be?

I definitely embarrassed myself as I walked out in tears.

{just in time to be greeted by 5 big kids running down the church hallway, at full speed ahead, toward me.

{mine. all mine}

This new Sunday schedule really worked me over today.

I have made the decision to only let it get better.

Because this is Heavenly Fathers Plan for me.