Proud

Last night I was overcome with pride (and maybe a few tears) as I watched my Samuel sing about Jesus. It was the moment we had been waiting for. Weeks of practice and more pep talks than I can remember led up to one single moment. Would he do it or not?

We arrived an hour early for our last rehearsal and Sam was a little shy, insisting I stay with him the entire time. He practiced and seemed excited about the performance. Then we walked into the fellowship hall and he saw the number of people there, waiting for the show to start. The tears began. He cried and pleaded with me to take him home. I gave him another pep talk and told him just how wonderful he was going to do and how much I wanted to hear him sing again. I led him to the stage and he hesitantly climbed up to his spot. Thankfully, Cannon was beside him to distract him and keep him smiling until it was time to begin. I held my breath, hoping and praying that he would at least stand up there during the performance. I was sure he wouldn't sing, that he would stand there frozen in fear.

But he didn't just stand there. The music began and he showed no fear. He sang, smiled and even remembered his hand motions during the last song. My eyes filled with tears and I was overwhelmed with such pride and love for this little boy. The one who is growing up way too fast and becoming more and more independent each day. My heart is full.

Waiting anxiously...

Bored and waiting...

Sam inspects his hurt knee before the show starts...

And then the music begins and he amazes me...

Having fun showing off his motions to "Jesus Loves Me, Me, Me.."