Today had all the right things in it to make it a good Sunday. Morning church, a beautifully laid table at lunchtime, a walk in the woods, visits with Dad and Mom, a puzzle, and a sing at the piano with Brad at the end of the day.
I suppose I’m a sappy mom, but Brad enjoyed singing too. I play and he sings lead. Sometimes I’ll harmonize or just listen to him sing, my heart swelling with gratitude. We both know why. He wanted to do Presley’s beautiful song, In My Father’s House. So we did. We finished up with Instruments Of Peace.
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