I was so proud last fall when the Nominating Committee asked Zman to be a Deacon. I’ve had the honor of serving twice as a Deacon in the church and there is nothing as humbling as offering a fellow Christian the most fulfilling meal.
He didn’t laugh, he didn’t drop anything. All of a sudden he was grown up and respectful. The elder women of the church love him and are happy to remind me that they’ve known him since he was 5 and they are mighty proud of the man he’s becoming. And I am proud to be his mom.
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