Sometimes Primary can wear me down. Today I just knew that I was going to have a very short fuse with the kids since my week with Preston was what some may call "an absolute nightmare". I start the walk into Primary knowing how hard it was going to be to put on that smile and keep the kids from jumping off the chairs. Right before I walk into the Primary room a little 6 year old runs up to me gives me a big hug and says, "I love you Sister Field". My heart melted. Isn't it odd how kids can sense when someone needs a hug. Today Primary was fantastic and I owe it all to Sam.
Forgot to mention a deep thought from a 4 year old. When asked what we should do with the scriptures in order to gain a testimony his response was,"duh, you have to open them". That's a good way to put it.




