Eliza didn't say much, but her expression did as she took in the impressive sight of the conference center. She seemed eager for things to begin. One of the greatest moments of the night was when the Prophet entered the room and the incredible buzz of voices suddenly disappeared. Quietly we stood to honor President Monson. It was powerful.
Another fun memory worth noting took place as we were making our exit. The conference center, still packed full of people, held a jubilant spirit. Possibly this feeling is what motivated me to stop and ask a sister missionary where she was from as she was passing by. Her name tag read: Sister Wu and a Chinese flag (I thought) was pinned near her missionary name tag.
She was the only sister missionary that I remember seeing that night. And, as it turns out, she was from China! Eliza lit up when she heard her this. She and Sister Wu had a brief, yet full, conversation in Chinese. Sister Wu seemed so delighted with Eliza's ability and friendliness. I was proud of Eliza for not hesitating or being shy with her use of language.
At the end of their chat, my Mom turns to me and asks:
"What did they say?" Laughing, despite my best efforts, I reply: "How would I know? I don't speak Chinese!"
The spirit of that night continued into the next day as I prepared the children for their Primary Program. It really is the best Sunday of the year.
Lottie Lou was daaaaaarling! I was a little nervous as she had expressed reservations about saying her part in the microphone in front of a large audience. Memories of her being too shy to give her talk in primary a few weeks prior were still fresh in my brain. These concerns proved unnecessary as she confidently said her part, "I love my family because..." (she got to fill in the blank) "I love my family because we play together at Miss Nancy's park."
It was probably the best primary program I've ever attended (I say this every year), with the exception of not being able to see Henry very well. I'm so thankful both sets of Grandparents were able to come and support our kids. It meant a lot to Andrew, me and the kids.
As for Forrest, the miracle of that day was that he didn't need to leave the chapel. I fed him a load of snacks and treats to keep him "happy" for that final hour of Church. However, during the closing song Forrest escaped and made his way to the front of the chapel. He walked to where his sister Lottie was standing and just stared up at her. It was pretty darn precious. In a blink, it will be his turn to participate.