Rhett took me to mass on Sunday. It was just the two of us. Steve and Flynn were at camp, and Peyton went with Chris Saturday night. The weather was horrible on Saturday so I stayed home. It was a little better Sunday, but not enough that I felt comfortable driving. So my Rhett took me. As we sat there together, I thought back to the many times I took him to mass. Just the two of us. When he was a baby, I took Rhett to one mass, and Steve took the girls to another. I loved that special time we had together, my baby boy and me. And today, when I looked over at him and saw a young man in that baby's place, I was happy. And proud. And thankful that God chose me to be his mom.
Have a wonderful Monday, my friends.
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