We walked into the building a few minutes after 12:00, a touch late, but earlier than normal.  I had driven to the church with Brigham and his Grandpa Joe and we'd left before everyone else so as to avoid this exact situation.  Oops.  As we came in and heard the music playing for the opening hymn, Brigham began to be self-aware, and unassured.  The deacons sat so far to the front of the chapel that he would have to walk past every member of the congregation to find his place at the table and furthermore, all of the positions appeared to be filled.  I attempted to persuade him to go up there and ask if they needed his help.  But this young bull was not being pushed into that chute.  When suddenly a young man, a Teacher, who had been posted at the door to the hall came up and asked Brigham if he could help him figure out how to pass the sacrament for the first time.  He very kindly put his arm around Brig both figuratively and literally and led him up to the front where he found him a place and a purpose.

In the first row of the over-flow we watched as Brigham stood and received a tray, carried it ever so carefully to the families on the right hand side of the chapel and then upon finishing his assigned section, look around--lost as to where he should go next.  Eventually he found himself in the back of the chapel lined up with with all the others, the quorum president was barking hushed directives to all of the new Deacons trying to get them to where they ought to be.  While Brigham waited his mother and I watched 10' away, smiling like we never have before and beaming with a pure pride.  He stood, his upper body was squared and framed properly to convey the confidence and humility required of the ordinance.   But his legs!  Oh those legs told a different story.  Below his feet were together at the heels though all his weight rested on his straight left leg.  The right leg almost quivered.  It was as if, rather than standing his ground with feet shoulder width apart he was a new born fawn attempting to master the sticks that rose him several feet above the ground.  You could sense his nervousness but the desire to experience the newness made it worth the uncertainty.

It made me smile; it made his mother almost cry.

This morning we had our family gathered in our home to ordain Brigham to the Aaronic Priesthood and a Deacon at that.  It was a special thing.  Grandma Susie, Meema, Buhpa, Grandpa Joe, Aaron, Galima, Max, Sophie, Jake, Paul, Ava, Stella, Kellie, Mommie Michelle, Mackay, David Taft, as well as our new Bishop all came for the ordination and pancaucus breakfast afterward.   Jonathan and Isabella showed up later.  I was glad they were late and missed the sacred part because of his personal view on religion and my Savior.  Greatly missed was Aunt KK.

Yesterday we gathered that whole crew and went north up to Ogden where we attended the "World Famous Jordan Circus".  It was very well done and quite an entertaining show and the first time in who knows how many years that we had all of my mother's children together in one place.  Only Michelle was missing as she stayed at the house to greet her parents coming down from Idaho and to finish arranging the home for Sunday.

The only other thing I'd like to add here is that I have had some amazing opportunities with this new Come Follow Me curriculum of the Church.  I was regrettably a bit skeptical when the new plan was announced because I didn't think it would work in actual application.  I think I was wrong.  We have been trying to get our family together every night to cover a paragraph or two and I am always amazed at the depth of conversation we find ourselves in.  Particularly when Max is with us, he is a special young man and understands the gospel naturally in a way that is impressive.  I've really enjoyed having a set time to teach some of these things I know to my children and to see them grow from it.  I miss the third hour of church to be able to get to know other members of the ward; I relish the opportunity to get to know my children on a spiritual level.

Also, Brigham flushed Clorox wipes down the toilet and totally clogged it up.  I had to take the toilet off the floor and manually remove the wipes and blocked sewage in the line, then replace the whole thing.  And by "I", I mean Brigham.  We learned a great deal about responsibility, persistence, humility and hard work.  And patience, lots and lots of patience.  He fake gagged for 30 minutes straight and cried for two hours.  It was a massive battle of the wills.  Oh, and Friday I pulled BG out of school for a day and took him skiing at Brighton.  It was fantastic and he got so much better by the end of the day.  It was awesome.  It's been a big weekend for the little man.  I love him more than I can say in this entry, just know that I am proud of him and love him more than I do chocolate pie or even skipping through clouds at mach .84.  He is amazing and I wouldn't trade him for anything.