Mother's Day came and went with sweet wishes from sons, grandsons, husband and dogs, so I felt more special than usual. Thanks, guys! And I hope you treated the beautiful mothers of my grandchildren to a day of pampering. (I have gorgeous daughters-in-law, in case I haven't mentioned it. And Ricky, I need a copy of the picture I know you made of Mary Ann and the boys yesterday. The puppy she's holding here is now a mother. And how are she and the babies doing, by the way?)

One of yesterday's highlights for me was the Children's Choir which sang with the Adult Choir. There is nothing sweeter to me than the sound of singing children's voices. I directed children's choirs for a number of years, and have heard nothing before or since that I like better. One little girl happened to be sitting on the pew in front of her grandfather when she turned around and said, "Papaw, you sing too loud." Later, she had her hands over her ears, and family members know exactly who that reminded me of, don't you?

It happened during my second wedding when Don and I decided to include our children in the ceremony. With 4 boys and only 1 girl, we drafted my niece Laura to be a junior bridesmaid along with Carla, Don's daughter. Bro. David Hall officiated. Daddy sang "The Lord's Prayer," at the end of the service. I looked at the children to make sure they were all behaving while most eyes were closed. Poor 7 year old Laura was standing directly in front of Daddy as he did his best imitation of George Beverly Shea. She had clenched her rose bud in her teeth, put both hands over her ears, and had an impish frown on her face. I couldn't help but giggle. Daddy seemed oblivious to her antics, which was just as well, I suppose. It's a memory that never fails to make me smile.