The In and THE OUT of Young Women's

 This Sunday I was released as the Young Women's President of my ward.

It was the most bitter-sweet Sunday of my life.  I'm grateful for the opportunity I had to be with them for a year and a half, but I realize that it's time to move on.

(I was terrible at taking pictures of all our activities, so these are all from our New Beginnings Activity a few weeks ago.)

 I want to remember how much I loved each young woman and how I felt such a responsibility for each one of them.  I thought about them constantly.

 I want to remember the fun I had with them and how they brought a smile to my face.

 I want to remember the counselors I had who supported me in every crazy idea and through the good times.  And especially the bad.

 I want to remember how much my kids loved helping me and being involved in this calling and how they never made me feel bad for trying to give it my all.

 I want to remember the difficulties I faced in this calling, because I learned so so much.

 I want to remember the way my testimony grew and the way I became converted during this calling.  And the way I learned without a doubt that Heavenly Father loves his daughters.