Another Nan Miracle

Yesterday my husband was home to attend church with us.  It was lovely.  The previous two weeks it had just been me and my babes.  But bizarrely enough, or miraculously enough my children were good.  No one cried, no one needed to go to the potty.  Both times they were so excellent during the sacrament that I pulled out my scriptures to think about Jesus, since I didn't have to help a small person be quiet and force them to think about Jesus.  But in all seriousness, my children have never been that good in church. I knew it was a miracle and I was appreciative during and after.
Then daddy came home, my daughter wanted us to know that the Lord was blessing be the previous weeks and to not get any funny ideas on how church would go.  To prove this, she started screaming twice, and had to be taken out both times, all before the sacrament.  Yes, it was lovely to be back with the family I know in love, because I just don't know what I would do with myself if Nan started liking church. Just for the record, outside of the chapel is not a fun place to be, when your last name is ours.  When Brent takes Nan out for screaming, they find an empty classroom, and she has to sit still on the chair until she is ready to go back in.  It may not be fun in the chapel but its infinitely more fun, than by yourself in a chair.  At least there is raisins and crayons at the pew. 
Just like many things in life church and Nan have not be easy.  But we'll save those stories for a different day.  Many people have supremely happy babies.  My daughter on the other hand, has had a hard time adjusting to her moral existence for whatever reason. But we'll always have those two perfect sundays.... ahh memories.