While out of town for our anniversary seeing the sites & plays, we also attended church. Finding a time & place to go, we arrived early sitting on the sixth row. A growing family walked to the front of the chapel sitting on the second row. At first glace it looked like they had five girls. They put the year old baby on the front row facing the rest them & us, to toddle back and forth. If a pen or binky was dropped, a loved one picked it up & gave it back. What good children they were.
Studying the baby, it was hard to tell what sex it was. The navy shirt had boats on it, so I thought maybe it was a boy. No one lifted it up to sit on their lap, so I could see if there was a skirt or pants. It was content to manuever up and down the bench as happy as could be, turning to look at the musical number or speaker now & then. My curiousity went wild watching the precious thing worrying it would loose balance & topple over. It didn't happen, because this was their weekly routine.
Twenty three years earlier it could have been us sitting there. The older sisters were about eleven, nine, seven and five. The youngest looked exactly like our grand daughter, Sarah. The resemblance was amazing. The mother, with hair pulled into a bun, must be as busy as I'd been years ago. She managed quite well, I thought.
Finally the father gently lifted the baby into his arms, a BOY! I knew it! Just like our own family, now grown. They were an exact match to our children, with four girls, a baby son & similar ages as well. We wondered if he squealed like his sisters.
How many people, visitors & friends, sat behind us at church, year in & year out with the same memorable thoughts? We have a family like that, too.
P.S. The speakers were good, as well.
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