Yay!

I am the Primary chorister in our ward.  I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this calling.  It's seriously the dream calling, which I didn't appreciate when I had it 25 years ago, so I thought I'd never again get to do it.  And then I got called and I just wanted to turn cartwheels all the way home.

We only have about 30 children in our Primary.  It's small, and if any family is gone, we feel the hurt in our numbers.  The good news is that I know all 30 of those wonderful young people, and no kidding, I just adore them.  I don't think their parents could possible love them any more than I do (maybe as much, but not more).

After our opening exercises, Brother C and I go to nursery for singing time in there.  They are just babies, mostly, but after just two months they are already beginning to open up to me.  They already ADORE Brother C, who loves them back and who takes the lead during nursery.  After nursery we go back to Primary for the last couple of minutes of Sharing Time.

Yesterday Sister A finished Sharing Time and said, "Okay, let's get ready for singing time!"  About three little voices all said, "Yay!"  Annie said, "It's just so fun!"

First of all, the children can't have any more fun than I am having.  Going to Primary is not a job--it's play time!  I love the children.  I love the music.  We play games.  We talk about the gospel.  We feel the spirit of the Lord.

Secondly, every person ought to have the kind of support in their callings that I get in mine.  Not only does the Primary presidency love me, but the kids call out, "Yay!" when I get there.

What if we all gave a shout when someone performed their calling?

It should happen to everyone at least once, I think.

The One Where My Dad is Famous

Because so many of you asked, I thought I would tell you about the job interview I had on Wednesday.
I was totally shocked that they wanted to see me again, because seriously?  That personality "interview" was a real morale booster.  Not!  I got finished and thought, "I don't even like me after that.  Why would anyone else want to get to know more about me?"  And also, "TMI, Aundrea.  TMI."

But I got an email from the secretary to Elder S. asking if I could meet with him that morning.  So about an hour later I was in his office.  We had a nice visit, and he said my tests were very impressive and I was the kind of person they liked to have in that building. 

We talked about my education being in Northern California, and he mentioned that he was going to Sacramento for a fireside or devotional in the temple in a couple of weeks.  As I was walking out of his office I said, "Well, if you happen to see my dad in the temple, tell him hello."  Elder Snow replied that he would and asked, "Who is your dad?"  I said, "His name is Jon Fish."  He literally stopped in his tracks, said, "Get out of here!  You are Jon B.'s daughter?  Get back in here!"  And he had me come back into his office, where he told me that he is married to one of my dad's childhood friends from St.George, and he was just at a reunion with my aunt and two uncles, and everyone was so disappointed that my dad could not be there.  We laughed and laughed before he escorted me out of his office for a second time.

Later that same day one of my co-workers stopped at my desk and said, "I understand I get to meet your father in a couple of weeks."

Daddy, I'm really sorry if I'm putting a cramp in your style or setting you up for failure or something.

And thank you for setting me up for success and love everywhere I go.  I love you!