Tonight Lucas and I went to the 8 is Great program at church. In case you haven't heard of it, it's a special night to simultaneously commemorate and educate all the kids who will be turning 8 and thus getting baptized in the coming year.
I really wish they didn't have to hold these events at 7:30 p.m., because my baby has to be in bed at that time. And I mean HAS to, especially on a Sunday night, when the church schedule has completely whacked out her nap schedule (1/2 hour today). But I digress...
Marc stayed home with Eva and Max decided to take advantage of an opportunity to lounge at home. (It actually ended up being good that Marc stayed home because he had a bad headache and went to bed before 8:00!)
It was a very simple program, we sang some baptism songs, the Primary president talked about the Faith in God award, the bishop talked about 8 things they could do now to prepare for baptism, one of the Cub Scout leaders got them all pumped to start in on scouting. They served glazed donuts twisted to look like the number 8 for refreshments. (What would an LDS function be without refreshments?) By the way, I was proud of myself for passing on the donuts.
What I'm trying to say is that it was a short program, nothing fancy, but it hurt my heart a little to see the almost 8-year-olds all dressed up, at church on a Sunday night, listening attentively about what they have to look forward to this year. They were all taking it very seriously, as they should, and it was just a slightly painful sight.
My little Lucas was wearing a navy sportscoat and his hair was behaving rather nicely, no tufts sticking up as they are wont to do. (Please tell me I'm not the only mom who loves her kids a little bit more when they're looking particularly cute... I don't need the guilt.)
So happy that my second child will be turning 8 this year -- what a milestone!