Thursday, May 10, 2012
Heifer International. During the service my dad was leading the liturgy in the sanctuary that seats 900. We were in the third to last row and every single time my dad stood up to speak, Ivar would swivel his neck, get to standing position on my lap, point excitedly and yell at the top of his lungs, "Bapa! Bapa!" It was hysterical. And loud. And it meant we had to keep leaving the service. But Ivar was thrilled to see his Bapa and wanted to make certain that none of us missed the fact that it was his Bapa up in front.
Posted by Becca Groves at Thursday, May 10, 2012