Dad used to serve in the Bishopric as the Ward clerk--which meant he had to sit on the stand while we sat in the church pews. He missed sitting with us, and invited Spence and me to sit with him. Spence was pretty shy, so I ended up being the one to sit with him most of the time. I remember counting how many people were in the congregation and hallways, writing down the names of the deacons and priests, recording the talks that were given, etc. I LOVED it! And when we were done with our stats, Dad and I played games on his notebook paper (mostly the game with a bunch of dots, and you have to connect them to make a square and write your initial inside of it.) lol
I did this for a long time, that is until my sister, Tenille, told me I was getting a little "too old" to be doing that. I abruptly stopped, and I think my Dad was hurt a little. I never told him why, but I regretted it. I look back now and wished I would have done it every Sunday until I moved away to college.
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