We are the Stuarts (formerly of Imperial) now residing in Okinawa, Japan.

This blog started from a desire to bridge the miles as we were preparing to leave the USA for 3+ years. It has turned into much more. It's part travel diary, part personal reflection, part "sociology of military life" and part mommy-blog. We hope you read something here that is interesting to you (or at least not a total waste of your time).

Monday, September 22, 2008

Was this irreverent?

So this was the first Sunday that I got to see Troy bless the Sacrament at church. LAST week was his first time doing it...but I was at home with Jake, who had started complaining of the belly ache of the century while we were at base chapel services. I figured that it was probably legit, since he's not one to pass up treats (chapel fellowship) unless there is something wrong. I thought about making him go anyway, but then I flashed back to the day before and the little listless and withdrawn boy at Brendon's birthday party that ended up hurling in between pizza and cake. I'm sure that his mom thought he'd be fine, too. I also remembered Cindy Klinger (of my childhood) vomiting all over herself during Primary, the Priests carrying her out (chair and all) while she heaved and heaved. So, in the interest of saving face, I drove Jake home while the rest of the family headed out in town to church. Not that I'm complaining too much, (the nap was nice) but for the record, by fulfilling my motherly role, I missed:

1) Hearing Troy in his Sacrament blessing debut
2) Singing with the choir (leaving one, lone soprano...sorry Kathrine!) and
3) Hearing my husband's dry High Council talk (which I hear was actually pretty good).

Patrick cheered me up afterward by telling me that I was making the better choice and so forth. (He's a good kid!)

So anyway, fast forward to today...I'm sitting there in Sacrament meeting, and since neither Troy nor Patrick usually sit with us because of their Aaronic Priesthood duties, I actually forgot that Troy would be saying the blessing until he started. I must say, he has a NICE voice. It's not just me, everyone says so. He could have been a voice-over guy or something. So soothing and even-toned. I peeked open an eye and looked up at him. Is it wrong that my first thought was, "I wish I had a picture of this for the blog?"

Anyway, even though it made me feel kind of old...I didn't mind. I'm so proud of him and the nice young man he is turning out to be.

Happy Sabbath Everyone!

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