During our Thanksgiving break, Will sang some hymns he has been learning while his Great Grandmother played the piano.
I keep reflecting on this time and it seems like that was some holy ground. Old hymns just speak to my soul and watching my son sing with his Great Grandma brought tears to my eyes. How thankful I am for generations of faithful believers and for the faith legacy of our kids' great grandparents.
It was my husband's favorite moment of the entire holiday. I believe it may have been mine as well.