It was an intimate affair, which is just to my liking.
Max knew exactly what he was doing and he was ready.
The program went smoothly, Grandma Leslie gave a talk on baptism, Grandma Linda spoke on the Holy Ghost, and Ava and I sang The Miracle.
The spirit touched me multiple times throughout and brought with it reminders and insights into Max. I kept thinking this is exactly what I needed. It's what every mother needs, to be able to see her children more clearly and more like Heavenly Father does.
As Ava and I sang, Max sat riveted on us both and mouthed every word right along with us. Trying to sing through my tears added a layer of difficulty, but the memory of him singing with us, etched in my memory, is a treasure.
As is he.
