November 2

This morning at church we celebrated "family worship," which is a fancy way of saying that the kids stay in service with us instead of attending Sunday School.

It's always an interesting experience. Fortunately, they're usually well-behaved, and even more fortunately, today was no different than the norm. And I even had a nice moment.

I held Brady during worship. As I sang, I could feel his arms wrapped around my shoulders and his little head pressed against my neck, and even though he's not a light kid anymore --he WILL be four next month, after all-- I felt lighter than I have in quite some time with him in my arms.

For those precious moments when motherhood makes me feel weightless, I'm deeply thankful.