Still, I was very interested when I saw Buzz sitting with his wife, and what appeared to be children, grand children, and great grand children.
They filled the long pew just in time for the music to start and for everyone to stand up again. One of the adorable babies began to fuss and the young father picked her up and headed out to the foyer. That left an open seat next to Buzz's daughter, right in front of me.
There was no hesitation when the other young adult male scooted around another family member and claimed the seat next to his mother. I was pretty sure about that. They looked so much alike. I figured he must be around 20.
He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him, and even kissed her cheek. There were several more songs during which people were invited to continue standing. Through them, he never let go of her. Several times I noticed he squeezed her closer and leaned his head against hers.
Scenarios went through my mind as I watched. I knew I needed to get my mind back to the songs and not be sidetracked. I can't help it when my mind starts wandering into stories on its own.
After service, I asked my husband if he noticed the affectionate son. We talked about it for a few minutes. Then we went on with the rest of our day.
Fast forward to today. Our town has a small but cherished Veterans day parade. It is held at The eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month. We stood on the side of the street along with many others.
I saw him coming down the parade route. I knew it was him before I even saw his face. The handsome young man from church... walking with his mom on one side and his father on the other.
He was in full dress Marine uniform.
Home on leave. Making sure that he was "loving" every moment. God bless him and his family.