Graham was so wild at church yesterday that I thought I should record this story for all woman-kind.
We have sacrament meeting last and Graham is always very tired after having a wonderful time in Nursery. We go and sit down, near the back of our small chapel. Our chapel is very unique because it is stadium seating- no benches and there is a bit of a decline from the back to the front. After we had already taken Graham out once and brought him back in again we let him just stand by the side of our row. He seemed to just want to look around and smile at people. But then I hear “3, 2, 1… go!” from Graham! Before I could even register he was half way down the aisle. I start walking quickly for him and he turns for the front. We both are colliding with the young men as they begin passing the sacrament and half way up the other side I catch him. I try and smile and hide the fact that I’m sweating and so embarrassed. So after all that I go into another room because he is kicking and screaming because he wants to run around. Towards the end of the meeting I ask him if he wants to go and sit by Daddy and draw. He says, “oh yes!” So I think we are good. As we are entering the chapel I’m looking for our seats and Graham scrambles out of my arms. He starts the “3,2,1 … go!” again. I lunge after him, because I’m not planning on running another lap, and I FALL in the aisle. It was awesome! I think I was so weak and tired from fasting that when I stepped forward to grab him I just collapsed. We went back in the hall and all I wanted to do was go home, but we went up to the Nursery and played while I calmed down and remember that Graham is darling and that he is just tired. We came home and put Graham to bed and I took a much-needed rest.
The End


