Sometimes my kids do things that touch my heart and make me want to cry. This last Sunday was one of those times. I'm going to get a little churchy now to explain my point. I really don't like bearing my testimony in fast and testimony meeting. I only bear it when I feel like I can not sit still any longer and I feel the spirit so strong. This was how I was feeling. I can't remember the last time I did bear my testimony. I know it's been a couple of  years. But that is ok. Anyway..I whispered into my husband's ear that I was going to go up there. I was hoping to make it through without crying. That was a fail from the beginning, I started crying when I got to stairs. I shared a touching experience that I had in April and how grateful I was for the gospel. I sure hope that they could understand me. When I get down to my family again my son saw that I was still crying and asked if I was ok. I told him that I was ok, just happy. I could tell he was confused. My husband put his arm around me and gave me a kiss. The closing hymn started. Deven wasn't satisfied with my first answer and was still asking if I was ok. I told him I was and gave him a hug. I started putting all the stuff back in the bag that they were playing with. Deven asked one more time if I was ok and I told him I was. He then reached up grabbed my neck and gave me a hug and a kiss. He has never done that before and I felt like crying all over again. I have a sweet boy! I'm so blessed.