Bustin' my buttons, beaming with pride.

My son was the liturgist in church this morning.  We had a guest pastor so the liturgist had to read a large part of the service.  Now my intellectual side knows full well that my son is a grown man, 42 years old for goodness sake, and quite capable of leading a church service or anything else he puts his mind to.  But my motherly emotional side swelled with pride to see him up there doing an excellent job of taking us through the service.  It didn't hurt either taht after the service several friends told me what a good job he did.  That's my boy!!