Joy and Tears, and the "Bee" in Curly's nose

It's amazing the range of emotions we can experience. And even more amazing that the physical "symptoms" of opposite emotions can be the same. Tears, for example, can represent happiness or sadness. This week was full of ... well, it was just full. A lot of things happened. Today I enjoyed basking in the glow of twenty Primary children singing their hearts out and saying their parts perfectly. As the "writer/director" of the Primary Program I could not have been more proud of the children in our ward. The final number, "If the Savior Stood Beside Me", brought me tears of joy that quickly combined with tears of sadness when I realized this might be my last Primary Program in our ward. The tears flowed more freely when a little five year old threw her arms around me in a tight hug on her way back to her family after the meeting. Such a sweet experience it is to serve in the Primary.

Another joyful experience has been helping my cousin prepare for her upcoming wedding. This week I was able to help do some shopping, prepare flowers, and help do her hair and bridal pictures. One thing I love about weddings, is that it reminds you of your twittery engagement days. What a joyous time of life.

Now I come to the comedic moment of the week. During an atypically peaceful dinner (Curly had been excused from the table), said redhead came into the room hysterically shouting, "Mom, there's a bee in my nose!"
"A bee in your nose?" I asked incredulously.
"No, a beee in my nose!"
After a few more repetitions of this interchange, we figured out that she was saying, "There's a bead in my nose." I guess putting a bead in a round hole provides the same entertainment as doing a puzzle. Fortunately after a few hard blows, the bead flew free and the funny ordeal was over. I have to admit that we were all laughing pretty hard... which I guess is why I enjoyed a repetition of this event a couple days later during "nap time." This time the bead was a little farther up and took quiet a bit of forceful blowing before it was released from it's slimy cell. I think I have found all the nostril shaped objects in our apartment and they are safely put out of reach from the hands of a curious preschooler.