As I sat there trying to get all the items on the agenda for Junior and then Senior Primary, I sensed the presence of a little guy. Emerson had quietly come into the side pew were I was with his infection grin and that tossled head of red, slightly curly hair. I looked up and grinned at him and asked him if he wanted to sit with me. He said, "We noticed you were sitting alone." I put my book away and figured I would just wing it if needed. Emerson was more important.
I opened the hymnbook and we sang along together. He sat so quietly. Then he sneezed. I asked if he needed a tissue. He said he did. I got him one from my purse. He played with that tissue making one of those things you put on her fingers and pretend they are talking. I knew he was getting restless when he started to try to juggle with that one balled up tissue.
I took the little tablet I keep in the front pocket of my purse to make quick notes on. It only had about six sheets of paper in there. I took out the two I had notes written on and left Emerson with 4 blank sheets. I gave him the tablet and a pen and asked him if he would like them. He smiled and said "yes". Then he quietly set to work writing and drawing.
After a while, he gave me back the notebook with one page on which he had written the following:
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