Thanks, Missy . . . I Mean, Mom.

That's an obscure quote from a ridiculous movie that has nothing to do with this post.

Except that it's Mother's Day season, and especially appropriate to say that I love my mom.

In church today I was sitting staring into space and, as is our habit when the other is staring into space for prolonged periods of time (I do it a lot--it's the Clayton in me), Matt leaned over to me and asked in a stage whisper:

"What are you thinking about?"

My answer:

"My mom . . . and how I just really love her a lot!"

Really!

So there you have it.

Straight from silly, occasionally sentimental me.