Can’t they un-decide this?

So after a really late night and a busy morning getting Primary things together, I go to church and learn…they’re dissolving our ward next Sunday, splitting us up among three other wards. And worse, we’re not supposed to know about that until next Sunday. Which means that everyone’s going three different ways and we don’t have a real chance to say goodbye.

It makes me so sad.

Being in Primary has been my favorite calling in the history of church. We have some kids who are a challenge, but they’re all pretty good kids. I love that we talk about the basics of the gospel, that the kids get excited about learning, and that I can feel the spirit pretty much every week. The girls give me hugs all the time, and all the kids wave to me in sacrament meetings and smile when they see me. This is 100 times worse than being released, because I won’t even get to see at least two-thirds of them, let alone hear their awesome stories.

Plus, Primary is the only place in the church where it’s perfectly normal to discuss Jesus, ninjas, and transformers in the same sentence. (Defeating evil ninjas makes Jesus really happy, by the way.)

And, holy smokes, I am really going to miss it.