My second son served at the altar last night. He was beaming. He was reverent. He was so happy. I am so proud of him. My oldest son served also. They were together, aiding Christ’s priest. I teared up many times. Two of my sons. I realized that by the time Markie is old enough to serve, Nicholas will be twenty two years old. I made him promise to serve then too, so all of my sons can serve together. I will be a blubbering mess when that day comes.