Sundays at our house are probably pretty similar to so many other houses. There is always the lost shoe waiting to be found, showers that come directly after the fit insisting that "they just took one the other day", and the mad rush to get out the door to make it to meetings on time. But every once in awhile there is a moment that steals my heart and nestles in my mind. One of those mornings happened this summer. J.T. has begged Troy to teach him how to play chess and one Sunday morning there was a lull in the regular activities after Troy's morning meetings and before we all had to leave for church. They sat at the table with the sun streaming in, talking and playing. How blessed are my kids to have him as a dad.
Moments like this create the memories of yesterday and the hopes for tomorrow. I love that.
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