Like Daughter, Like Mother

Sunday was the Primary Program.  This year marked my last opportunity to enjoy a sacrament meeting without any children by my side.  It was lovely.

It was also quite lovely watching all three of them sing and talk.  The downside is that I always cry. 

And cry.

And then cry a bit more.

It's just how it goes.  My children seem to have accepted this.  In fact, it seems to be coloring their world view.  The kids wrote most of the program (after adult prompting to be sure) and my daughter's piece went something like this:

"Knowing Jesus loves me makes me happy when I'm not crying, tears fall from my eyes."