The day has come.
Nate got a new calling. Therefore, he was released from nursery.
Apparently I can't stay in nursery without Nate. So I was released too.
I cried.
For as much as I may have complained about how our ward sticks all the young couples in primary, I really loved my babies in nursery. I love how they loved me, too. I'll miss their smiling faces and I'll miss singing with them. I'll miss how they called me "Teacher" and how they tattled on each other. I'll miss hearing the funny, cute things they say.
I'll also miss how much faster church goes when you're in nursery instead of Sunday School and Relief Society.
So I guess it is my turn to grow up. Let's see how this goes!
