An Amager Day

Our little branch had their temple day today at 10:00, and considering that it is such a small branch, there was a very nice turnout.  SK worked in the baptistry - and - as he always does, enjoyed being in the temple.

In the afternoon, there was the official Christmas Primary party.  It was delightful.  We colored pictures of ourselves.  SK's was virtually unrecognizable, but then I think he was just trying to color something sensational....it kind of looked like a zombie.

The Jule Man came....he looked suspiciously like our Branch President who is a dear man.  We danced around the Christmas tree and sang wonderful Danish Christmas songs.  The children, and others sat on Jule Man's lap and received a treat.  Then of course, we had Ris Alamande and aebleskiver....yum.

Do you see his wooden shoes?

I loved the Christmas tree....it was decorated with very traditional paper ornaments...little hearts that are woven together out of two pieces of paper, and little paper stars.  At the end of the meeting Ellen, Kasper's grandmother sat in a big deep chair and read a charming little Christmas story book to the children who gathered around her on the floor.  We listened in.  She is a treasure!

We had time to go to our apartment and have a bowl of soup before going to a baptism for a young boy in our branch.  His father baptized him.  He is eleven years old, and has waited until now because he lives with his mother (divorced) and his father only has him part time.  It was touching how very emotional the father was to perform the baptism.

We must have more than a dozen missionaries there, counting the 7 of us who are seniors.  We also had 3 investigators.  One of them came in just as the meeting began and there were no young missionaries there at that moment.  So SK got up and led him to a seat in the front row, and sat down beside him.  (We have met him before....he has been to the center a couple of times and is a very nice young man from Nepal.)  I watched SK through the entire service....he translated for the young man! (He hasn't learned Danish yet, but speaks English.)  I could hear him whispering.

You have to know how much SK has protested doing that.....he has never felt that he was capable, but he is very good at it.  Isn't that marvelous?  Not only is he getting better with vocabulary, but I know his grammar is good, because Danes tell me it is....and I know his pronunciation is good, because at this point, I recognize it

After we got home Sister Hamblin came over and visited for an hour or so....she brought her essential oils and rubbed my sore aching feet.  I thought it was one of the nicest things ever.  They feel pretty good now.....the cobblestone sidewalks - although charming to look at - can be a killer on aging feet.

I made a pan of brownies and a pan of lemon bars for tomorrow....two more missionary farewells and open houses!!!!