Yeah, that one standing with the head full of white blond cotton ball hair. There on the left with the bright green crocs. I claim him with heart expanding happiness. He's my altar boy...gloriously marching to his own music, happily swinging the censer and raising his voice to sing every word of the Gloria. He said the best part of being up front was sitting next to his Big Daddy, who also happens to be our priest.
The best part for me was watching him serve. And him loving it.