He never sang before. A little head unable to see over adults. Unable to read the words. Always looking for the chair. Happy when it was time to sit. Happier to find the donut table. Now he stands by the aisle, able to read, nothing holding him back. He reads the words and sings hard. Eyes closed. Clenched tight.
He sings out. He smiles up at me. I wink down at him.
I raise my hands in thankfulness as we share this moment together. Hearts free to worship. Hearts happy to worship.
He sings out. He smiles up at me. I wink down at him.
I raise my hands in thankfulness as we share this moment together. Hearts free to worship. Hearts happy to worship.