Today Alyssa went to primary. The nursery-soon-to-be-sunbeam kids test run in singing time. I ditched Sunday School to watch. My big girl walked out of nursery, her tiny little arms folded carefully across her itty-bitty body. She stayed in line behind the other kids, swaying her hips just enough so her new Christmas dress would swish back and forth. I watched her walk in to the primary room and climb up on her chair. She watched the chorister and everyone else around her. She raised her hand and tried to sing Once There was a Snowman. Her little legs dangled from her chair, several inches from touching the floor.
They sang Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam.
I cried.
My baby is a big girl going into primary. Only three more Sundays of nursery.
I think I'll cry some more.