Nervous.......So Nervous

I'm going to try and post twice today. We will see if I can pull it off, but I'm going to try:) I'm not supposed to say anything yet, because it hasn't happened. But I figure we are just a few hours away from it happening and the chances of anyone reading this who actually lives in Manti before it happens is 0%--so I'm typing it to get it all out of my system. I am going to be released from my church calling today. Yes, I am crying!--and those of you who know me know that I don't cry very often. This week has been full of crying! I hate it. I really don't know how I am going to be able to sit through sacrament meeting without crying non-stop. I am being taken away from my primary kids and put in Relief Society. Not with a new calling yet, who knows what that will be. We moved into this ward over 4 years ago. The first Sunday there I went to Relief Society and Sunday School. The next week I had been called to the Primary--so I have spent the remainder of my time there. Every Sunday. Singing with the kids. Listening to their stories and funny way of saying things. Praying for them. Planning sharing times that will involve them and teach them. Trying to let them feel the love Jesus has for them. Trying to make them feel so special. And in return feeling so much more from them. Feeling their love for me and their special innocence. Their purity. Their strength and the special spirit. Today will be my last day in there---unless of course they call me to be a teacher there:) Or they could put me in the nursery:) My biggest fear right now is Relief Society. I know it's great and awesome and wonderful and all that. But I feel so out of place in there! A few weeks ago a little girl wet her pants, so I took her to find her mom. She was sitting so peacefully in RS taking it all in. I felt completely out of place. I didn't feel like I belonged there at all. There was no noise--except a baby here or there--but nothing like Primary. So........Relief Society.......wonderful, yes........not my comfort zone. I am packing my bag with a box of tissues.