Brian and Mary

In Primary today, my dear friend Chase from next door said the closing prayer. Chase is a very active four. He and I talk across the fence sometimes and discuss things like bike riding and playing ball with the dogs. Chase sat up front for all of the talks and scriptures. He bounced and hit and fidgeted all the way through. When he caught my eye, he waved frantically. I indicated that he should fold his arms and be quiet. He actually did. I felt a sense of accomplishment. But then it was time for the prayer. He had some help from an adult, who whispered into his ear what he should say. He repeated it word for four-year-old word. He said "we're thankful that we could come to church, thankful for Brian and Mary..." Brian and Mary? Who, I thought, are Brian and Mary? Friends? Family? Am I thankful for them? Then, as he finished, I realized that strangely, "Brian and Mary" sounds an awful lot like "primary." And I am thankful for all three.