Emma's 15 seconds of fame

Saturday we drove from Denver to home and listened to General Conference while we drove.

Because of that, we weren't able to watch the Saturday afternoon session and Emma sang at it!

Adam and I both cried during each song they sang because it sounded amazing and we were grateful that Emma had the great opportunity to sing at General Conference and we felt the Spirit and we are crying weirdos.

Braeden and Anna were able to go to the Conference Center and watch and I'm glad they were there.

While we were driving, our phones lit up, "Is that Emma?" texts came in from right and left (or, you know...Washington and Utah at least) including one from our bishop and a high councilor who used to be assigned to our ward.

I've since gone back and watched her and took a screen shot:

My little songbird.  She loves to sing and I love to hear her sing.

I also loved hearing about her experience.  She loved that every song they sang was about Jesus Christ.  She loved the greetings they got from the Tabernacle Choir at Temple Square.  She loved the boxed lunch they provided.  She said she heard one of the boys say that the lunch tipped the scales and he now wanted to join the Tabernacle Choir some day.

She added another chapter to her hydro flask saga.  She maybe loves that thing.

They wouldn't let her take it in the Conference Center and she tried to put it back on one of the seven chartered buses that took them to SLC.  She said she was walking back toward the buses and instead of being parked at the curb like she thought, they were actually in a lane and when the light changed, they all pulled away.  She said, "It was very cinematic."

She went back to the Conference Center unsure of what to do.  She saw a kindly usher, wearing a gray top hat (is this starting to sound like someone describing a dream?).  She said she didn't know where to put her water bottle.  He sympathized and said, "You can't just stash it on the grounds because if it's found, it will get thrown away.  And I know those things are expensive."

He sensed that Emma was distraught.  (She has the disposition of a temperamental creative genius...because she sort of is one.)  He asked, "Will you remember how I look?"

She didn't know what to say.

He pointed to his head and said, "I'm wearing a top hat.  Will you remember that?"

She said yes.

He took the water bottle and slid it inside his coat and said, "I'll be at door 16 after the session."

I LOVE THAT GUY.

After they sang (and Emma said no one tells you how hard it will be to sing after Elder Holland gives an amazing talk--she said she was crying and trying not to cry because who knew if the camera was on her), President Worthen and his wife greeted them. (He's the president of BYU.)  With tears in his eyes, he told them hearing them was the highlight of conference for him.  He hugged their directors and then shook each of their hands.