For the first time in weeks I was able to attend church today. Between my having bronchitis, migraines, and joint issues it was wonderful to be back. Even Ava was so happy to be there. She was so excited to greet some of her favorite ward members. 

Getting out the door was an adventure though. We had all the kids loaded in the truck, buckled and I started to back out just as Jade let me know (in a very excited voice) that the bad had just exploded everywhere and the truck seat was now flooded with formula. Well, it was very clear we would not make it in time for Corbyn or Jairon to help pass the Sacrament, nor for any of us to even make that portion of the meeting.

We all unloaded, Corbyn helped to fill and prime a new bag with formula while I washed the pump. Zach unzipped Ellie's dress, and she went to change. The now soaked dress and pump bag rinsed and placed in the laundry. Jade, Jairon, and Zach helped clean up the truck, while I made new milk to place in the fridge.

With everything cleaned up, Ellie changed, a new backpack prepped and on her, we loaded and finally left for church arriving 20 minutes late. After missing the announcements, we discovered we arrived in time for the Sacrament after all.

The main theme of the day... trials. What makes our trials small or big and how we deal with them. Yes, leaving this morning was a small and simple trial. Especially with all the kids helping as a team like they did.