I cried like a baby in church today. I have been working Sundays so I haven't been in a while. What my pastor said and the songs we sang hit home and I couldn't keep it in. After blubbering for a while, I asked my shy 15 year old son if he would walk up in front of the church to get me a tissue. He said, "No problem." What a sweetie! My husband just sat there and never said a word about it.
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