I'm with the band...or Daddy!

Sunday's are always an interesting morning for our family.  Since Andy is the worship pastor at our church and we are a mobile church he leaves the house by 7:15-7:30 every Sunday.  I make sure I get my shower before he leaves but I am normally in a robe and barely awake when he leaves and the kids are still sleeping. 
Some mornings I am totally spent and very frustrated when we are walking out the door.  After all I have a almost 4 year old and almost 1 year old on my hands.  Yesterday, we had one of those mornings where I just didn't even want to go to church because I was so frustrated but I was working children's so out the door at 9 am we went.  I may have told Savannah to just get in the car and not talk until we get to church and I may have been hoping that Bruce would just fall asleep so the cranky ness would go away!
Our entire way to church was quiet...Savannah was pouting and Bruce fell asleep :). Remember I told Savannah no talking until we got to church...well fast forward 20 minutes and I am turning into the church parking lot and she screams!  Picture me almost crashing into the fence because she scares me half to death!  I ask her WHAT???  Her reply..."I get to see Daddy and I am going to tell him what you said!"  This is followed by a smile from the mean Mommy and Bruce saying Dada Dada! 
Savannah couldn't wait to get into the building and as soon as Bruce saw Daddy he was off.  With in a few minutes he was on stage dancing and Savannah was dancing away as well.

My children love their Daddy and I love my husband!  Sunday mornings make me appreciate my husband so much more!  I am not sure if Savannah actually told Andy what I said but seeing them dancing to the music and smiling at Daddy as he praised our God made the horrible morning disappear!