Today is Palm Sunday, which is the day that Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey, with the crowds of people around him waving palm branches, and putting branches and cloaks down on the road for Jesus to pass on top of.
Tucker was pretty tired and not at his best during the service today. I was relieved when the recessional was playing and we were done with managing our three year-old in the pew. And then I looked over, and I found Tucker wildly waving as many palm branches as he could find and laying them down in the aisle for everyone in the recessional to walk over (choir, altar boys, lay readers, deacon, priest). Just when I think he isn't listening at all. How does that boy know how to melt my heart?
