My husband stood outside the sanctuary of our church entertaining our toddler who refused to stay in the nursery without one of us present. He milled about the area outside the main sanctuary doors, and the drone of preacher’s voice from within, hardly understandable through the insulated walls, could be heard like the distant buzz of a television.
A young woman bounced her nearly asleep infant in his vicinity, and they smiled to one another that carefree smirk, the camaraderie evident amongst two parents who understood little ones weren’t typically entertained by Sunday preaching.
“You lucked out to get baby duty today, huh?” She asked him with a sideways smile.
“Yeah.” He replied. Adding almost as an afterthought, “I offered.”
“That was nice of you,” the young mother commented.
To which the long, gray-haired father replied, “I figured Brie needed the break.”
