I took a small step to change that today, and went to church.
I knew most of the hymns, and sang my rusty little heart out. And I shook hands with a 6(ish) year old boy who then was my best buddy...I wish his mom had let us whisper a little longer, but I understand that she was teaching him how to be a good congregant. He was super cute.
It was comfortable. Meaningful.
I may even go back.
- Beautiful days.
- Assembly-required furniture. (see #2)
- Oliver, the bounciest dachshund ever.
- Bare feet.