Her Own Biggest Fan...it runs in the family

Sunday was the first Sunday of the month which means Fast & Testimony Meeting at church (open-mic day, as we like to call it...or Lying and Crying, as some friends call it). Mo is at that age when she really really really wants to get up and share her testimony with the congregation. That's fine. She doesn't scare me. She's generally not going to say anything embarrassing. She spends most of the hour wringing her hands, laughing her nervous laugh and rocking back and forth, all while giving herself a quiet peptalk I'm going up there...I can do this...after this speaker...ok after the next speaker...or the one after...I think I can, I think I can.

She did a great job this week. Short, sincere, very composed. We were very proud of her and as she came down to the pew (we were right up front) Chris and I both turned to her and told her what a great job she did and how wonderful it was. VeeVee took our distraction as an opportunity to slip out of the pew and make her way up front, ready to follow in Mo's footsteps and take advantage of that available microphone and that audience that, evidently, needed to hear what she had to say.

I saw her just in time to alert Chris, who sprinted for the pulpit, getting there just in time to help her with what to say. I'm still not sure what she said, but she was very pleased with herself and VERY pleased to hear all the laughs she got as the congregation watched her march confidently up there unaccompanied. Her determination and independence was adorable and something I don't think I'll ever forget.