I drove back to PB and picked Steven up again.
Amanda was still at home getting ready, so we came to pick her up before heading to church. Her giant heart was already preparing a hot breakfast for Steven and I. Scrambled eggs & buttered toast. It was funny to see Steven do a little dance when he saw what was brought out to the truck.
As we sat for service, Steven acknowledged that having helped set up the chairs it really does give you a better appreciation for the hard work put into it every week. He asked if I wouldn't mind picking him up every Saturday. No problems for me.
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