As always, it was held at Officers Row. We had fine weather, until it STARTED RAINING. Hubby and I were completely unprepared. Stupid Alexa never mentioned rain!
We saw some old ward peeps - the Russells, the Crandalls, Renee' R (my absolute favorite - had to hug her) and Craig H, another favorite church dude.
And now, a story:
A young boy fell on the ground near the street and had a tonic-clonic seizure. His mom knelt next to him and held him and whispered in his ear and brushed his hair away from his eyes - a familiar and sad scene. This was me holding Harrison about a decade ago. A man sitting under the tree next to us held his umbrella over their heads as the seizure waned. Hubby and I spoke to the amazingly calm mom (so she wouldn't feel weird) about our experiences with Harrison, and she was relieved to hear that a lot of kids simply grow out of it. Hopefully her son will too. The boy regained consciousness just in time to see a group of Storm Troopers and a couple of Boba Fetts walk by in their costumes.
As we were conversing with the mom, Craig heard our voices and turned to see us. We chatted for a few minutes and eventually he asked us the inevitable question - where we live now - and we told him, we're back in the old ward with him and all of our most favorite people. He asked how long ago we moved in, we told him - over a year ago.
Man, the tension!! Hubby and I eyeballed each other. Then, after a few more minutes: "But you haven't been coming to church. Aren't you doing church anymore?"
I said "Nope." We told him about Bella and church and the whole deal. He said that if we ever came back, it would sure put a smile on his face. A few more words, some hugs goodbye, and we left.
