This morning while waiting for Jory's doctor's appointment, Jory, the baby and I watched the royal wedding on DVR. We watched the pomp and circumstance and it made me think of the other historic events Jory and I have watched together, like the funeral of Pope John Paul II. My baby boy and I sharing these moments together with him now being old enough to ask questions about what's going on. At three months or so, he wasn't asking too many questions about the funeral.
And while we were watching the wedding, I thought about my grandmother. Twenty years since I sat in a room with her as God called her home and she heard, "Well done, my good and faithful one. Well done." I still miss her. Praise God that I will get to spend eternity with her.
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